Well We're Here
We're At The Common Again
Smoked Six Of The Ten Fags That
I Only Bought An Hour Ago

Said Well I
I Like The Look Of Your Shoes
I Like The Way That Your Face Looks When
I'm Arguing With You

And So When, When We All Grow Old
I Hope This Song Will Remind You That
I'm Not Half As Bad As What
You've Been Told

And When I Knock
At One Hundred And Two
And I See Your Pyjamas
I Can't Stop Smiling At You

And That's Why We're Here
We're At The Common Again
I've Been Pouring My Heart Out
Towards Your Optimistic Grin

Said Well I, I
I Like The Cut Of Your Jib
I Like The Way That Your Face Looks
When You're Yapping On About Him

But On This Shirt
I Found Your Smell
And I Just Sat There For Ages
Contemplating What To Do With Myself

I Called You Up
At One Hundred And Two
We Just Sat There For Ages
Talking About That Boy
What Was Getting Onto You
You