Dave McPherson - Sorry Lads (Live) lyrics

This is a song about dickheads, it goes like this It's called sorry lads Yeah, I met this bloke today, he looked at me in a very strange way I said nothing, I smiled politely, he st-st-stuttered over words he was trying to say He gave me the evil eye, revealed the fangs behind his smile Oh my, a yellow grin never shone so wicked I wondered what is his problem? Is it my stupid hat or my annoying accent? I know that some people feel that way But this guy did not even give me chance I thought nothing of it but then the same thing happened to me the very next weekend What could it be? Yeah, and I thought it was going well But all these guys have got their eyes on my girl Thought it was going swell But the awkwardness of talking to these pricks is hell I suppose you can never tell To discover all their dark secrets, well, oh well I've got news for you, my son I ain't going anywhere I ain't going anywhere I met this prick today, he laughed at me silently It seems there's quite a lot of these bitter people, thick as treacle Why don't you get it into your thick skull that the hole in your heart will have to be filled elsewhere? If it's even still worth filling I know that you think that you've had it hard but we've all got problems, fickle problems to deal with There any problems? And problems always solutions, easy Easy come, easy go, same old songs at a different show is all I know or so you think Yeah, and I thought it was going well But all these guys have got their eyes on my girl Thought it was going swell But the awkwardness of talking to these pricks is hell I suppose you can never tell To discover all their dark secrets, well, oh well I've got news for you, my son I ain't going anywhere I ain't going anywhere I ain't going anywhere I ain't going anywhere Bitter boys, the feeling will dry He's waiting for nothing on their own Building up meaningless resentment for something they can't understand My sympathy for your apathy, crybaby, maybe you will learn Whiskey won't save you now, chasing a fairytale, bless your tortured soul Bless your tortured soul with muddy puddle water Thought it was going well But all these guys have got their eyes on my girl Thought it was going swell But the awkwardness of talking to these pricks is hell I suppose you can never tell To discover all their dark secrets, well, oh well I've got news for you, my son I ain't going anywhere I ain't going anywhere Ain't going anywhere Ain't going anywhere I'm sorry, lads I'm sorry, lads I ain't going anywhere Thank you