Talking of my attributes, the things I do so well

As anyone who's in cahoots with me will readily tell

I've lived up here, I've been down there, I've bought so I could sell

And if I drove a faster car, I'd drive it bloody well

How can I change? I live without restraint



And I would try the patience of a saint



Thinking of my attitudes, talking one on one

I may disagree with you, but look where you've come from

And all that you've got, I thought that I would faint



But I would try the patience of a saint

And I would try the patience of a saint

I would try the patience of a saint



I'm talking to myself (to myself)

I'm talkint to the one that I know best



Bury me with gratitude, you can go to hell

Why should I care? I'd rather watch drying paint



But I would try the patience of a saint

And I would try the patience of a saint

I would try the patience of a saint

And I would try the patience...

...of a saint