You cannot gossip now you are sat home by yourself This town's old women are drinking tea and nothing else Now I'm rather boring that I have dialed the 'arsehole' down My girlfriend is snoring Seems she preferred the wreckless clown Cheer up it's not at all like we've been taught Your tv lies on the whole We love the rain and the cold Your nissan bluebird makes me car sick inexplicably and these new trainers I run in will be the death of me, that city boy is a tight-arse Just leave those homeless damp and grey I know the sun aint the reason there's all those tramps out in LA Chear up it's not quite as bad as you thought Your neighbours whine and they moan they love the rain and the cold