Thought I was lookin good So I cycled cross the neighbourhood Was invited by a skinny girl Into her high class world
Left my bicycle under the stairs Laid my coat across the kosher chairs Made my way across the crowded room I had nothing to lose
My reception wasnt very keen So turning on a friendly grin Stood on the table with my glass of gin And came straight to the point
(chorus) I was glad to come Ill be sad to go So while Im here Ill have me a real good time
Dancing madly round the room, yeah Singing loudly and sorta out of tune Was escorted by a friendly slag round the bedroom and back Wandered across to the door Missed my step and I fell on the floor. Said one word and was asked to leave Kinda wish I was dead.
The skinny girl made it clear That she only came here for the beer The vicar simply reeked of gin On my way home I happened to fall off my bicycle (good party) I was glad to come, but I was also glad to get home