I've got a habits I know

Of picking on your faults

It fakes a lot to make you mad

But if I tried I'm sure I would

And if my Sunday gets too dull

Would you allow me to be

Awful, I mean miserable, impossible ?

That's what friends are for

I've noticed just by watching other people

While they're talking to each other

Since this party started

I've been feeling pretty shaky

Like a fish out of cold water

In a glass of coca cola