Bide Your Time

The temptation is all to great And now its gone and its all to late I tried and I tried I never replied To any of the morals oh I wish I had You wait fifty-one weeks to all your Hides and all of your seeks When the time finally arrives It dawns on me the tension derives From the girlfriend that you left at Home sitting in your living room all alone You hate the suntan And you can't stand to be around the short sleeved man And the gaggle of girls who are singing to loud Well they do my head in You hate the tattoos And you can't handle the skin heads The ones who cannot handle the blues Their making you scared to be proud Are you scared to be proud? How can that still be come and sing your heart out with me But if you bide your time And you stand there And you wait in line It won't be long before a surrong Is lying on your bedroom floor But what about the girlfriend You left at home sitting in her living room all alone You hate the suntan And you can't stand to be around The short sleeved man And the gaggle of girls who are singing to loud well they do my head in You hate the tattoos And you can't handle the skin heads The ones who cannot handle the blues Their making you scared to be proud Oh is that still aloud? When your on cloud number nine And the girlfriend you left at home sitting in her living room all alone You hate the suntan And you can't stand to be around the short sleeved man And the gaggle of girls who are singing to loud they fucking do my head in You hate the tattoos And you can't handle the skin heads The ones who cannot handle the blues Their making you scared to be proud Oh is that still aloud? When your on cloud number nine But if you bide your time And you stand there and you wait in line It won't be long before a surrong Is lying on your bedroom floor But what about the girlfriend You left at home sitting in her living room all alone