You say I rowed you up the river And I clipped your wringing wings You say I let you down a thousand ways And a million other things That dead non-affair's no sacred cow It's just illusion to me now You've covered up the cracks somehow That busted fantasy to which you cling I care not now or then What a pain in the arse it is to run into you again And I don't want to hear the story About how we might have met About a hundred thousand years ago And how you made some bet That I might not remember And I sure don't give a damn That your life has shattered all to splinters And your stupid brother's sniveling in the slam I care not where or when What a pain in the arse it is to run into you again And you still owe me money And your jokes were never funny Goodness knows you know you're no comedienne And after all the years I drank And had that tiger in my tank And it was raining movie stars How'd I get Rin Tin Tin? Rin Tin Tin Now, my brain's all jingle-jangled And my heart has turned to stone And if it was a-way back when I'm sure you weren't alone And if the ocean up and dries And tries the canyons on for size Maybe then you'll realize You're just tired, tired of yourself In the beginning was the end What a pain in the arse it is to run into you again.