Labour day, big crowd
Market square, feelin’ down
Just want to say what I’m really thinking
I don’t like your music and I hate your style
Somebody said "Sorry man, but you’re talking to
a blue Gary Moore -balloon"
Shame, shame, shame
this is not my day
better change the name and the place
Another day, another place
I met that girl, just my style
175 / 20 and 55
I told her: "You’re cute"
"Come with me and I’ll make you happy"
"Sorry, man I’m occupied and I’m a man"
So I had to find the end to this story
and the end to my boring glory
So i was standing at kissing bridge
Looking down to muddy water, feelin’ so blue
Knowing what to do
Goodbye you, cruel, cruel world