Laid here with the advertising sliding past my eyes like cartoons from other peoples lives,
I start to wonder what it takes to be a man.
Well I learned to drink & I learned to smoke & I learned to tell a dirty joke.
If thats all there is then theres no point for me.
*So please can I ask just why were alive?
Cos all that you do seems such a waste of time
& if you hang around too long youll be a man.
Tell me bout it. Your car can get up to a hundred and ten -
youve nowhere to go but youll go there again
& nothing ever makes no difference to a man.
So you stumble into town & hold your
stomach in.
Show them what youve got tho they ve seen everything.
Yeah youre a beauty but theyve seen your type before.
Youve got no need but still you want,
so go and book that restaurant.
The wine will flow & then youll just
fly away.
To a man
To a man
Thats what I am.
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