Tempest in a teapot someone smashed against a wall
He’s a queer, she’s frigid – I can’t get no sleep at all
It started as a lover’s spat
Now it’s World War Three in a third floor flat
Love’s alive and well in 302 tonight it seems
Pornographic princess screaming woke me from a dream
It started as a lover’s spat
Now it’s World War Three in a third floor flat
It’s a shouting match of heavyweight true lover’s hate
And it’s a shouting match of heavyweight true lover’s hate
It’s a shouting match – no words can cover up my blues
A shouting match and everyone’s gonna lose