I wrote this as a girl song, but bent it to bloke for my take. In E. Graham
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Lyrics
Her Current Man
Copyright © Graham Henderson APRA 2006
My baby calls me. Her current man.
‘Cause no one can fix her fuse.
Like her current man can.
I turn her on and she goes.
Oh My God.
When we get connected.
Her oven is on high.
And you can bet we aren’t cooking.
Any humble pie.
This is a dish to die for.
Oh my God.
Bells ring and sparks fly
Every time we meet
‘Cause like a magnet she pulls me in.
And I begin.
To go ohm ohm ohm.
Oh my God.
Instrumental
Even when we’re at home.
Seemingly alone.
Neighbours bang on the door.
And call on the telephone.
Moanin’ ‘bout us moanin’.
Oh my God.
I believe on a good night.
We could light up a block or two.
Lightning ain't got nothing.
On the power we put through.
Yeah I’m her current man.
And loving it too
Others try to turn her on.
And hook into my supply.
But she shuts down her reactor.
And bids them all goodbye.
Saying only her current man.
Can make her cry. Oh my God.
I like being her current man.