The last time I saw you, you were lying in a bush with a bag of glue
Now you're baking cakes for middle-aged ladies, and you're married to
A good-looking girl who gets on well, with your family
You've made your mother proud at last and I guess that's good enough for me
Yesterday I met the boy I used to spend my Christmas with
He used to be a monk now he deals cards and seems happy with it
And there's a lot to be said for lifelong love and s** and security
And a good-looking girl who gets on well, with your family
And I ignore religion
It never gave me anything
I can't make decisions, I can't make incisions
And I'm not a poet, but I'm not illiterate
And I can't get used to it, and I can't get through it
I saw you yesterday you were carrying p**nographic magazines
You offered me a gun then said that they were much more trouble than anyone needs
You're still baking cakes for middle-aged ladies
You're still married to
A good looking girl who gets on well with your family
A good looking girl who gets on well with your family
A good looking girl who gets on well with your family