It starts with a haircut that you don’t understand
all dressed looking so sharp just knowing that you’re the man

With a walk to the beat
and you’re move’s on repeat
the game is on to night

With a smile on your face
but along with the taste
a lonliness to replace

Oh man you look so good to night
every woman you need
for your exper tise
to hear the cheers for you
where you sit a lone
but with your dignity
on the phone
begging you to come home

Your mind slips away with every minute that you stay
Messed up your haircut but still you feel the same

’Coz your god’s gift to women
but they don’t have opinion
at least not the pretty ones

As long as they keep on coming
this place she belong in
a game you’ll never win

So sad this seems to be a fate
all alone a gain and a fat off day
you should be let to come in and you’ll never win
unless the golden rule becomes your friend
and you should never return

La la la la la la la

(Endurtekið oft)