Give It a Couple of Years

You gotta laugh when you fall off a sofa What do you see as I walk through the door? A true hangover from the night before Puffed up cheeks, saggy jowls Can you play the song, the one about the flowers? Rigging up equipment, it's hardly high tech Shouting over piss heads while we do the soundcheck Can't hear any reverb for my baritone Electric shocks from the microphone They treat me like a god in the Stonewell If they only knew that I'm going nowhere with you That'd be me in a couple of years As we clear the pub after the second song The feedback's doing my head in, just want to go home We've had a hard week but we'll carry on through Potentially nervous for a week or two We'll win a few over with a upbeat sound Not worth the money to your homeward bound Can you play The Monkees, ELO or the Kinks? We're not a cover band you dick, your attitude stinks They treat me like a god in the Stonewell If they only knew, I'm going nowhere with you That'd be me in a couple of years I'd like to think you're one in a million We'll that's fine, you're welcome to your opinion That'd be me in a couple of years We ain't got no roadies, we'll pack up the gear We'll have a few smokes and ignore everyone here Under half an hour take the money and run Just play bloody Rockstar and then we'll be done They treat me like a god in the Stonewell If they only knew, I'm going nowhere with you That'd be me in a couple of years I'd like to think you're one in a million We'll that's fine, you're welcome to your opinion That'd be me in a couple of years Well, in a couple of years Well, in a couple of years Well, in a couple of years Well, in a couple of years Well, in a couple of years Well, in a couple of years Well, in a couple of years Well, in a couple of years In a couple of years In a couple of years In a couple of years In a couple of years In a couple of years In a couple of years In a couple of years In a couple of years It's a shit business