I saw you in the Contest
Preceded by the hype.
I'd never heard your song before
My mind was both free and ripe.

I thought you'd be a winner
The fans had said so much.
But what you scored was far below
The Brits, the Maltese, and the Dutch.

Mysterious Cyprus
I wonder how the hell
The fans had thought you'd do so well.
Mysterious Cyprus
It'll always make no sense to me
Which songs can pass for quality.

You started singing softly
I liked your lovely tones,
But then you turned your volume up
I felt tremor in my bones.

You wore a headset micropohone
To keep your hands so free
Which made me have to wonder at
The lack of choreography.

Mysterious Cyprus
I wonder how the hell
The fans had thought you'd do so well.
Mysterious Cyprus,
It'll always make no sense to me,
How far off Eurofans can be.

Did I imagine a shriek?
Or is that just singing Greek?

Then suddenly it's over
The fans all wave their flags.
The Cyprus team scores two whole points
Marlain can go pack her bags.

But this brief, so brief encounter Has helped me understand
Not to trust opinions of
My fellow Eurovision fans.

Mysterious Cyprus,
I wonder how the hell
The fans had thought you'd do so well.
Myserious Cyprus,
It'll always be a mystery.
But still I love the ESC!

EuroNet © Chris Melville 1999