It's hard sometimes trying to be a geezer
A good bloke
Five pints down the local pub
Laughing at a filthy joke
And sleeping around
Just so that you can brag about it
You've got to get the crumpet
So you can blow your own trumpet
And talking about football
When you couldn't really give a fuck
About Owen being injured
And Watford's run of bad luck
And cheering when a fight breaks out
Even though you're feeling sick
As a parrot
But like a donkey to a carrot
You can't help yourself
Cos any sign of weakness
Could be used to inflict injuries
By one of your so-called friends
To hide his own insecurities
And nothing to look forward to
But daily stress and bringing home the bacon
And thinking about the other half of your wages
The tax man keeps taking
Staying strong emotionally
When your soul is breaking
And wondering when you're making love to your wife
Is it real or is she faking
And could it be that the most important things in life
Are getting lost or missed
When you're playing it safe