2, 3, 4 I wanna get back home But the bar won't close Till ten and thirty tonight Oh boy, good God, wot a life Some cat down there Split his head wide open And the doctor died of fright Oh, wot a life Every woman I see she says to me "Get back to your wife"
Everyone I know got their little problems Boy, I wanna see some life The Fender got busted in the second set And the pick-up's up the pike And the Leslie sound goes round and round And round and round
Oh boy, good God, wot a life Get back in my car like a movie star It's an Austin Healey Sprite, huh Oh boy, wot a life I think I'll go dig some weeds down at Mrs G's Cut the cross-bar off her bike Oh, wot a life
Every woman I see they say to me "Now you know what I like" Every woman I see they fix me up Saying, "Get back to your wife" Next number's called paranoia It's the story of my life And the gigs we do take me down and down And down and down and down Good God, wot a life
Now the next number we do is called paranoia It's the story of my life Oh, grr, wot a life (Alright, may as well get out of here now:.)