Bide Your Time

The temptation is all too great

And now it's gone and it's all too late

I tried and I tried, I never applied

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 too loud

Well, they do my head in

You hate the tattoos

And you can't handle the skinheads

The ones who cannot handle the blues

They're 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 a 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 too loud

Well, they do my head in

You hate the tattoos

And you can't handle the skinheads

The ones who cannot handle the blues

They're making you scared to be proud

Oh, is that still allowed?

Are you scared to be proud?

When you're on cloud number nine

And the girlfriend 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 too loud

They fucking do my head in

You hate the tattoos

And you can't handle the skinheads

The ones who cannot handle the blues

They're making you scared to be proud

Are you scared to be proud?

Oh, is that still allowed?

When you're on cloud number nine