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 that's all there is then there's no point for me.
*So please can I ask just why we're alive? 'Cos all that you do seems such a waste of time & if you hang around too long you'll be a man. Tell me 'bout it. Your car can get up to a hundred and ten - you've nowhere to go but you'll go there again & nothing ever makes no difference to a man.
So you stumble into town & hold your stomach in. Show them what you've got tho' they 've seen everything. Yeah you're a beauty but they've seen your type before. You've got no need but still you want, so go and book that restaurant. The wine will flow & then you'll just fly away.
