He's got the bonhomie of a game show host
His handshake is so limp it's like meeting a ghost
His apologies are tired 'cause he uses them a lot
His excuses are so lame if they were horses they'd be shot
Keeps coming 'round like a bad boomerang
In the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger

Keeping all his options open 'til the very last minute
Checking every situation trying to work out what's in it
Trying to pin him down is like nailing water to a wall
He's incapable of making a commitmеnt at all
Tryin' to knock in a nail with an inflatable hammer
In the gamе of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger

Yesterday upon the stairs I met a man who's never there
He won't be there again today
Well, that's what he told me to say

He's now fresh out of embarrassment
Defies imagination
And he hangs 'round like a fart in a Russian space station
He doesn't even notice as he sells you down the river
'Cause he's one of life's takers and he's looking for a giver
He smirks and shrugs his shoulders as he drops another clanger
In the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger