There you go walking down the street
The most expensive trainers at your feet
No mates with you, just you on your own
Well isn’t it a wonder, you’re always stoned
There I stand watching you
Thinking what the hell was I doing with you
All smacked up and on the crack
And oh look a bird has just pood down your back
Hangin’ on the street corner, being anti-social
Drugged up and underage, trying to get into your local
They tell you to shut the door behind you
You shout and yell, hey stuff you
You go outside, have a drag
Then you lay the nearest slag
You give her the money, she runs away
Just face it, you’ll never get a woman to stay
There you stand all alone
Then you think oh I’ll go and get stoned
And the vicious circle goes round again
Round and round, it’ll never end
