Song Description
An infectious, energetic pop song with cheeky lyrics
| Song Length |
3:14 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock |
Lyrics
What's the matter with you boy, you don't act like a clown
I've got a case of girl trouble and it's getting me down
Oh she wrecks my head, she leaves my bed too soon
Fills me up with frustration
Oh she moans and nags, she radiates such gloom
It's not an uncommon situation
She takes me to pictures that I know nothing about
I don't dig this crap I'll go without
She says she won't ring me, well I don't care about that
You're growing old, you're getting fat
If you want to get some advice, please don't get it from me
I'm an old hand at girl trouble, just look at my hair and you'll see
Oh I know I'm no saint, she's no villain - just a fiend
These kind of thing, it means nothing
I'll try to explain myself, explain exactly what I mean
I'll keep going on 'till I'm hurting
She takes me to pictures that I know nothing about
I don't dig this crap I'll go without
She says she won't ring me, well I don't care about that
You're growing old, you're getting fat
Wake up silly girl