...2 - 3 - 4
I wanna get back home
But the bar won´t close
Till ten and thirty tonight
Oh boy, good God, wot a life
Some cat down there
Split his head wide open
And the doctor died of fright
Oh, wot a life
Every woman I see she says to me
"Get back to your wife"
Everyone I know got their little problems
Boy, I wanna see some life
The Fender got busted in the second set
And the pick-up´s up the pike
And the Leslie sound goes round and round
And round and round
Oh boy, good God, wot a life
Get back in my car like a movie star
It´s an Austin Healey Sprite, huh
Oh boy, wot a life
I think I´ll go dig some weeds down at Mrs G´s
Cut the cross-bar off her bike
Oh, wot a life
Every woman I see they say to me
"Now you know what I like"
Every woman I see they fix me up
Saying, "Get back to your wife"
Next number´s called paranoia
It´s the story of my life
And the gigs we do take me down and down
And down and down and down
Good God, wot a life

[Solo]

Now the next number we do is called paranoia
It´s the story of my life
Oh, grrrr, wot a life
(Alright, may as well get out of here now...)