All aboard the roundabout
Of calamity and doubt
It sums my life up perfectly
Well at least it does for now
There's that feeling of dread
The romance ahead
Might flat-line again
Your Mum already wants me dead
It rattles round my head
And all of our friends
Just don't seem to get it
Whispering things to each other
Are they jealous?
Of the two of us 'cause we found love
And they just missed the bus
And I'm nice but I've got a mean streak
Buried under,
Don't you ever want to be
Like me? Let me see your mean streak
They could try to put me down
I swear I'll bite the vet
And I'm like the smoke
In your eye when you've had a cigarette
But I've made up my mind
I'm never gonna die
I'll kick the grim reaper
In the balls and make him cry
Am I your Mr. Right?
But I promise that I won't cheat at Scrabble
I'd grind Buckingham Palace down for the gravel
Of our drive
So why won't you be mine?
I'll make you feel alive
And I'm nice but I've got a mean streak
Buried under, don't you ever
Want to be
Like me? Let me see your mean streak
