TOG.. in Tina Turner's words...

You must understand, though the touch of your hand makes my spark plugs shake
That it's only the thrill of your posts getting shrill - psychotics attract
It's comical, almost tragical
You must drink less claret and try to ignore *that*

Oh, what's TOG got to do, got to do with it?
What's TOG but a second hand commotion?
What's TOG got to do, got to do with it?
Who needs a bike when a bike can be broken?

It may seem to you that I'm acting confused when you're pissed as can be
when you tend to look dazed, I read it someplace - you've got cause to be
There's a flame for it, there's a cause for heat
But whatever the reason, you do 53 feet

Oh, what's TOG got to do, got to do with it?
What's TOG but a second hand commotion?
What's TOG got to do, got to do with it?
Who needs a bike when a bike can be broken?

Ooh, hell

You've been taking on a new direction, but I hate to say
You've been thinking about Morris dancing
It scares me you end up that way

Oh, what's TOG got to do, got to do with it?
What's TOG but a second hand commotion?
What's TOG got to do, got to do with it?
Who needs a bike when a bike can be broken?

etc. etc.