[Verse 1]
He's got a flat, it's just south of the river
A wipe clean kitchen
White as an American smile
And wide as an American child
He spends his weekends talking to his mother
About himself and how he's got nobody to talk to (Boohoo now)
He's got nobody at all

[Chorus]
I guess he can't get along, get along, get along
I guess he can't get along, get along, get on

[Verse 2]
He's got a flat, it's one foot on the ladder
A new build, red brick
50 feet of communal grass
And you can't put a price on that
Loves culture, sees what he's able
Spends his evenings playing house of pain on his hands
And praying there's no pain when he lands

[Chorus]
I guess he can't get along, get along, get along
I guess he can't get along, get along, get on