Vārdi: The Courteeners. St. Jude. Bide Your Time.

The temptation is all too great
To know it's gone and it's all too late
I tried and I tried and but I never applied
To any of the morals that I wish I had

You wait fifty one 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 sun tan
And you can't stand
To be around
A short sleeve man

And the gaggles 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
Their making you scared to be proud
Why's that not allowed?

If you bide your time and you stand there
And you wait in line
It won't be long before her sarong
Is lying on your bedroom floor

But what about your girlfriend
That you left at home
Sitting in her living room all alone

You hate the sun tan
And you can't stand
To be around
A short sleeve man

And the groups of girls
Who are singing dead 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
Their making you scared to be proud

From the girlfriend
That you left at home
Sitting in her living room all alone

You hate the sun tan
And you can't stand
To be around
A short sleeve man

And the groups of girls
Who are singing dead 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
And their making you scared to be proud
Why is that not allowed?