He lies
through his teeth with impeccable grammar
In the
game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger
Keeping
all his options open till the very last minute
Checking
every situation trying to work out what's in it
trying
to pin him down is like nailing water to a wall
He's
incapable of making a commitment at all
Like
trying to knock a nail in with an inflatable hammer
In the
game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger
Yesterday
upon the stair I met a man who's never there
He won't
be there again today,
Well,
that's what he told me to say
He's
got the natural arrogance of an exclamation mark
And
he wishes his bite was as big as his bark
He's
appealing to the referee at every single stage
He's
a fuzzy little bundle of impotenet rage
And where
he ought to have patience, he only has anger
In the
game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger
He has
a lack of humility defies imagination
And
he hangs round like a fart in a Russian space station
He doesn't
even notice as he sells you down the river
Cos
he's one of life's takers and he's looking for a giver
He smirks
and shrugs his shoulders as he drops another clanger
In the
game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger
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