Protex Blue

Protex Blue
Standing in the bog of a west end bar
Guy on the right leaning over too far
Money in my pocket gonna put it in the slot
Open up the pack see what type I got

I didn't want to hold you
I didn't want to use you
Protex, protex blue
All I want to do
It's a fab protective for that type of a girl
But everybody knows that she uses it well
It's a therapeutic structure I can use at will
But I don't think it fits my V.D. bill
I didn't want to hold you
I didn't want to use you
Protex, protex blue
All I want to do
Protex, protex blue
All I want to do
Sitting in the carriage of a bakerloo
Erotica my pocket, got a packet for you
Advert on the escalator on my way home
I don't need no skin flicks, I want to be alone
I didn't want to hold you
I didn't want to use you
Protex, protex blue
All I want to do, ooh, ooh, ooh
Johnny, Johnny!
La canción 'Protex Blue' de The Clash narra la historia de un individuo que se encuentra en un bar del West End. Menciona cómo tiene dinero en el bolsillo para usar en una máquina expendedora de preservativos...