"Meet me at the gates at eight
Leave now, don't be late"
She said one day she'd walk away
Didn't care though anyway
Say "Sorry, babe, I had to meet a mate",
We first met through a shared view
She loved me and I did too
It's now 7:50, getting ready, better be nifty
Do my hair quickly, step out, it's cloudy
Mate bells me to borrow money,
I've got two Henrys and a dealer to pay
to rid these green trees of my reeking jeans
Got a "You think I care?" air,
out- glaring geezers' stares
Couldn't see past the end of my beer
all the silence after the cheers
But pretty soon the day came for change
And I was glad she never walked away
So I'm choosing what to wear
Doing my hair with an hour to spare
she'd been there with a thick stare
Big wheel climbed to the top
Geezers' stares bounced off
Not one inch of doubt in my mind
Came around the corner at a rate
but I was gonna set things straight
Never again am I gonna be late
Never again am I gonna be late
Never again am I gonna be
Leave now, don't be late"
I waited for a while listening to her voicemail,
Then the facts turned me pale
My fears unveiled for my fair female
I step up the pace, walk past the gates,
at the alcohol place In the Chase
I sat down, got a fat frown
Weeping and drown in my senses
For this love game's expen- sive
Got a wounded soldier stance
And the everyday geezers' stares
Now nothing holds significance
And nothing holds relevance
'Cause the only thing I can see
