UK

There's a party at my house

I'd like you to come

Play with the house phone

Cord when you're drunk

She's something out the blue

But she doesn't make me cry

I guess she's sorta like

A dull steak knife, alright

They stop watching

When dinners on the table

A bit late but I've clocked in now

Unwilling and able

Put on my hairnet

My khakis

You, laughing

The wardrobe we live in

I was just wishing

That we could fit in

I won't forget it

Swear to god imma have my day

One day (yeah)