Roy Blair - UK lyrics

There's a party at my house I'd like you to come Play with the house phone Cord when you're drunk She's something out the blue But she doesn't make me cry I guess she's sorta like A dull steak knife (alright) They stop watching When dinners on the table A bit late but I've clocked in now Unwilling and able Put on my hairnet My khakis You, laughing The wardrobe we live in I was just wishing That we could fit in I won't forget it Swear to god imma have my day One day (yeah)