Wanna tell you 'bout a girl I know For this we'll call her Sandy She's got legs up to her armpits And her voice is sweet like candy She's an angel Head
wanna tell a story bout a girl named sheila lovely lil thing but a bit of a dreamer shes been married for three long years got three children and they
know you might even smile Maybe we could be the ones to get a little bit of you and put it to some use Even if it's only just for while Hey, come on
don't tell daddy that's a no no If she's up for some you could even bring your mum she's kinda cute and she's got a thing for me All you ever think about
What is wrong with kids today, oh, all you wanna do is play And all you wanna do is get along Helping people across the road and doing what the hell you
get on your feet, get off your ass Well, there's hope in your heart today Living for yourself and you know it's never been this way Now she's out for
I would like to tell you something But I can't be bothered I hate your guts and want you to die, and I don't think I need a reason why Please leave right
Woke up this morning feeling like I've been run over My head feels like I've been going solo with a brick Crawl to the bathroom, grab the sink, the shower
be just fine So we went back Did a bit of thinking, did a lot of drinking too And we came to this conclusion If you want it You gotta got for it don
You will come to realize that your life is like a book Someone's always noting the route you took But I want you to know that I've got nothing to hide
room for abuse A great big thank you to the skaters and the kids and the punks And all the people that are always there down at the front Thanks to the people at the gigs for
that I really wanna know All I really wanna say is I got mine and I make it Yes, I'm comin' up Tell Sanchito that if he knows what is good for him He
drowning I wouldn't waste my time to rescue you I love the way You eat soup with your fingers The way your odour lingers For hours after you have left the room
And skipped straight to the evening bit It would make much more sense 'cos Nothing ever happens in the morning You sit around it can get quite boring for
Well, don't follow me 'cos I ain't no saviour Got bad habits, don't look good on paper People say I'm crazy and I might well be But I'm doing fine so
Translation: Spunge. Room For Abuse.
Wanna tell a story 'bout a girl named Sheila Lovely li'l thing but a bit of a dreamer She's been married for three long years Got three children and
