We sit
We think
We drink
We fall upstairs and dress
Confess the mess our lives are in
Depressed
We rest
We jest
We love ourselves to death
But we reek of garlic breath
And to the bathroom next we rush
We flush
We brush
We splash on smells
We squeeze
We tease
Oh please let me take you now but no
Suppose she knows
We really ought to go
She's picking up the phone
Just you wait til we get home

See we're sneaking home
You've got your ripped jeans on
You leave doc bootprints on the lawn
Swearing hard is this girl i used to know
Uncouth words
I miss the girl that i fell for
We arrive
The wives
Want clive
To show us to our seats
He bleats
We speak
Of things we'd like to eat
We cheat
Repeat the order of last week
He shrugs in mock defeat
And ponces off to fetch the wine
We dine
Goes fine
The girls are plied drink
They chink
We wink
And true to form they start to flirt
Their skirts
Are hitched way beyond the decent height
Clive he smiles with sheer delight
How he'd love to take you home

See we're sneaking home
You've got your ripped jeans on
You leave doc bootprints on the lawn
Swearing hard is this girl i used to know
Uncouth words
I miss the girl that i fell for
I hope i'm wrong
It may be drink that woke this hoor inside
Alone she has a rattling in store