Well

This is, for my band

The ones who shared the struggle

The whining and the ?bitching?,

Sat on my sofa

My friends all went to college

I still live in my dad's house!



Thinking, about it

And though you may regret it

You said it 'cause you meant it

Always, together

A touch of cabin fever

We find out how we really feel



This girl that I'm so sick of

This girl that I'm so sick of

This girl that I'm so sick of

This girl that I'm so sick of



When I, was fifteen

I swear it looked so easy

You go out and you get paid

Cut to an LP

You slam it on the TV

And now its just another day down

And it's another month gone

God knows how many shows

Yeah we still keep moving on and on

But that's rock'n'roll I spose



Girl...

Girl...

This girl that I'm so sick of

This girl that I'm so sick of

This girl that I'm so sick of

This girl that I'm so sick of



My name is Freddy Kreuger

And I've got the elm street blues

I've got a hand like a knife rack

And I die in every film!



This girl that I'm so sick of

This girl that I'm so sick of

This girl that I'm so sick of

This girl that I don't love