So I better think twice
before I can kiss your Viagra
cos i'm 49
before we all met in '84
I was 23 and so broke, so broke you can diet me up so I hadn't been up

Before this shithole becomes London
I must opened up my new fridge
After all this many hours
that I loved too
hadn't found me down, I'll hope i'm 37

Cos I hide my wife
oh, wife
cos I had my wife, yeah my wife wife-w-wife

Behind all these troubled weddings
our wedding wasn't so good
i am in a white shade of high
that can kiss my bum until i'm 308

Yours was truly, an angry mob
before they're wash a white boy
I drove a VW absolutely drunk
at least I was 37, I wash an old banjo

Cos I hate my whites
oh, whites
Cos I hate my w-w-w-w-w-wife
Yeah

Before this river is papped with Bono
I make sure I'll tell him how are U2
I am so glad of dying, not of trying
so I record my own shite on Irish TV
wash my Bono poster

cos I like my whites
oh, yeah my whites
cos I like-like-like-like my whites Yeah