The Last Introvert

A man is just a name and date of birth And no-one has a clue what he's full of I forget We're gonna keep it private, oh If you make no excusey-loosies (excuses) We don't know where he lives or where he's from And we don't know where he works or if he does We're gonna keep it private, oh If you make no excusey-loosies We're on the bus and say 'come along' He says: "I'm not g-goosey-loosey You can't keep on fighting if you're me" There's parts of him no-one will ever see He don't appear to harbour any dreams And he don't appear to follow any trends What's wrong with him? We're gonna keep it private, oh If you make no excusey-loosies When joining in was difficult He says he's just choosey-loosey You can't keep on fighting if you're me There's parts of him no-one will ever see