Bide Your Time

The temptation is all too great To know it's gone and it's all too late I tried and I tried, I never applied Any of the morals that I wish I had You wait 50 whole weeks Through all of your hides and all of your seeks When the time finally arrives It dawns on me that, the attention derives From the girlfriend that you left at home Sitting in the living room all alone You hate the suntan And you can't stand to be around the short-sleeved man And the gaggle of girls who are singing too loud Well, they do my head in You hate the tattoos And you can't handle the skinheads, the ones who cannot handle the booze They're making you scared to be proud Are you scared to be proud? How can that still be? Come and sing your heart out with me But if you, bide your time And you stand there and you wait in line It won't be long before her sarong is lying on your bedroom floor But what about the girlfriend that you left at home Sitting in the living room all alone You hate the suntan And you can't stand to be around the short-sleeved man And the gaggle of girls who are singing too loud Well, they do my head in You hate the tattoos And you can't handle the skinheads, the ones who cannot handle their booze They're making you scared to be proud How is that still allowed? You're scared to be proud When you're on cloud number nine And the girlfriend that you left at home Sitting in the living room all alone You hate the suntan And you can't stand to be around the short-sleeved man And the gaggle of girls who are singing too loud They fucking do my head in You hate the tattoos And you can't handle the skinheads, the ones who cannot handle their booze They're making you scared to be proud Are you scared to be proud allowed? How is that still allowed? When you're on cloud number nine