I'm just waiting for. The man to come with all my things. And i'm just waiting for. Another man to take it all. And its not hard to tell. That I learnt my lesson well. And I'm just waiting for. The man to come and go away. What are you waiting for. Get up off your seat. Its just seven days. Feels like a week. What are you moaning for. You got all that you want. Your life could be worse. You could be a nurse. It seems more sensible. For us to keep the purse strings tight. And move the decimals a couple of places to the right. And its not hard to tell. That I learnt my lesson well. It seems more sensible. But not exactly what we'd like. What are you waiting for. Get up off your seat. Its just seven days. Feels like a week. What are you moaning for. You got all that you want. Our life could be worse. You know we all could be cursed. Can't help feel like this. So don't rearrange it. I don't mean to be a dick. I just don't like the changes. I can not help the things I say. You know wouldn't to strangers. But I don't like going away. Cos it puts you in dangers. I can tell you now. There in't a problem that can't be solved. With a good old fashioned row. So grit your teeth and stand your ground. And its not hard to tell. That I learnt my lesson well. But I'm still waiting for. The man to come with all my things. What are you waiting for. Get up off your seat. Its just seven days. Feels like a week. What are you moaning for. You got all that you want. Your life could be worse. You could leave in a hearse