Mic city sons seem to dumb everything down

I got wished a lot of luck

And I'll tell you what it's worth now



It's a cold-blooded style

Never was worthwhile

You're as good as they come

But you're such a f***ing trial



You went and called me up

Do you bother me on purpose

You make me feel like I'm half my age

And at least twice as nervous



You go ah-ha whistling

Sweet caroline

And I'll be there to ? ? 

Cos I never speak my mind



It's a miracle how

No offence is taken

But I'm full of them then

Anytime you feel up to face them



You go drink your problems still

A statue in the barroom

You've got feelings left to kill

And I won't forget it too soon



It's a cold blooded style

Never was worthwhile

You're as good as they come

But you're such a f***ing trial



You go ah-ha whistling

Sweet caroling

And I'll be there to ? ? 

Cos I never speak my mind

You don't want me to speak my mind