you fill up my senses like a night with gus poyet,
like gus poyet in springtime,
like a walk with gus poyet, like gus poyet in the desert,
like a sleepy gus poyet.
you fill up my senses, come fill me again.
come let me love gus, let me give my life to gus,
let me drown in gus' laughter...
now, the world don't move to the beat of just one gus,
what might be right for you, may not be right for gus.
a gus is born, he's a gus of means.
then along come two, they got nothing but their jeans
but gus got, different strokes.
it takes, different strokes.
it takes, different strokes...
woooooo
whats gus got to do, got to do with it
whats gus, but a second hand emotion
whats gus got to do, got to do with it
who needs a gus when a heart can be broken