Goalhanger - Billy Bragg


    He's got the bonhomie of a game show host
    And his handshake is so limp it's like meeting a ghost
    His apologies are tired cos he uses them a lot
    His excuses are so lame if they were horses they'd be shot

    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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