The temptation is all to great
And now its gone and its all to late
I tried and I tried I never replied
To any of the morals oh I wish I had
You wait fifty-one weeks to all your
Hides and all of your seeks
When the time finally arrives
It dawns on me the tension derives
From the girlfriend that you left at
Home sitting in your living room all alone
You hate the suntan
And you can't stand to be around the short sleeved man
And the gaggle of girls who are singing to loud
Well they do my head in
You hate the tattoos
And you can't handle the skin heads
The ones who cannot handle the blues
Their making you scared to be proud
Are you scared to be proud?
How can that still be come and sing your heart out with me
But if you bide your time
And you stand there
And you wait in line
It won't be long before a surrong
Is lying on your bedroom floor
But what about the girlfriend
You left at home sitting in her living room all alone
You hate the suntan
And you can't stand to be around
The short sleeved man
And the gaggle of girls who are singing to loud well they do my head in
You hate the tattoos
And you can't handle the skin heads
The ones who cannot handle the blues
Their making you scared to be proud
Oh is that still aloud?
When your on cloud number nine
And the girlfriend you left at home sitting in her living room all alone
You hate the suntan
And you can't stand to be around the short sleeved man
And the gaggle of girls who are singing to loud they fucking do my head in
You hate the tattoos
And you can't handle the skin heads
The ones who cannot handle the blues
Their making you scared to be proud
Oh is that still aloud?
When your on cloud number nine
But if you bide your time
And you stand there and you wait in line
It won't be long before a surrong
Is lying on your bedroom floor
But what about the girlfriend
You left at home sitting in her living room all alone
