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