Sick of being solo

Party downstairs sounding real loco

Probably ain't got any room for one more

Well fuck it I don't want to share my Disaronno (no, no)

Cartoons on the telly

Cold spaghetti in my belly

I laugh loud nobody can hear me

Zoidberg, Kosburg and Phil and Mary

C'est la vie, they say

C'est la vie, c'est la vie

C'est la vie, they say

C'est la vie, c'est la vie

Party's getting louder, screaming screams

I bet they're on powder

Maybe I'll go down in an hour

But no one likes a wild flower

High population in the city

But it's just me glued to the tv

I don't really need judgemental pity

Or someone to tell me

C'est la vie, they say

C'est la vie, c'est la vie

C'est la vie, they say

C'est la vie, c'est la vie

I don't wanna go out, I don't wanna go out

I don't wanna go out, anyway

(Instrumental)

(I don't wanna go out, I don't wanna go out, I don't wanna go out, anyway.)

(I don't wanna go out, I don't wanna go out, I don't wanna go out, anyway)

(C'est la vie, they say. C'est la vie, c'est la vie)

(C'est la vie, they say. C'est la vie, c'est la vie)