Well we're here, We're at the common again, Smoke 6 of the 10 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 When i knock At 102 And i see you're pajamas I can't stop smiling at you And that's we're here We're at the common again Ive been pouring my heart out Towards your optimistic grin Said well i, 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 shit I found your smell I just sat there for ages Contemplating what to do with myself Called you up at 102 We just sat there for ages Talking about that boy What was getting onto you, you