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 51 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 sing 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
And your scared to be proud
Can that still be
Come sing your heart out with me
But 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 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
They're making you
Scared to be proud
Or is that still allowed
Are you scared to be proud
While your on cloud number nine
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
They f****** 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
And your scared to be proud
Or is that still allowed
When your on cloud number nine
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 51 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 sing 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
And your scared to be proud
Can that still be
Come sing your heart out with me
But 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 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
They're making you
Scared to be proud
Or is that still allowed
Are you scared to be proud
While your on cloud number nine
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
They f****** 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
And your scared to be proud
Or is that still allowed
When your on cloud number nine