The temptation
Is all to great
And now it's gone
And it's all to late
I tried and i tried
But i never applied
Any of the morals
That i wish i had
You wait 50 whole weeks
Through all of your hides
And all of your seeks
When the time
Finally arrives
It dawns on me
That your attention derives
From the girlfriend
That you left at home
Sitting
In the 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
That are singing too loud
Because they do my head in
You hate the tattoos
And you can't handle
The skinheads
The ones who cannot
Handle their booze
They're making you
Scared to be proud
Why's that not allowed
If you bide your time
And you stand there
And you wait in line
It wont be long before
Her sarong is lying
On your bedroom floor
But what about
The girlfriend
That you left at home
Sitting
In the living room
All alone
You hate the suntan
And you can't stand
To be around
The short sleeved man
And the groups of girls
Who are singing dead loud
Because they do my head in
You hate the tattoos
And you can't handle
The skinheads
The ones who cannot
Handle their booze
They're making you
Scared to be proud
From the girlfriend
That you left at home
Sitting
In the 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 too loud
Because they do my head in
You hate the tattoos
And you can't handle
The skinheads
The ones who cannot
Handle their booze
And they're making you
Scared to be proud
Why is that not allowed
