It's a cold putt garden
George talks of starting
He wears red green yellow tartan
And let's me out
Cause I hate your friends
I hate your friends
I hate your friends
I hate your friends
We sat down
And we're smiling
Your circle expanding
Your eyes tear from laughing
But I'm not proud
And I'm so sad
Cause I need to be
And I'm so long down
And I'm so long down
And I'm so sad
Cause I need to be
And I'm so long down
And I'm so long down
