Every party that I go to
I'm always asked to leave
That's the way I like it

For every trick that I've missed turning
I've two stuck up my sleeve
There's no point in trying to hide it

How've you been since Monday's paper?
No, no job, just hanging around
I've been being good, yeah

I stole a ball from your old neighbour
I thought that we could kick it around
One last time before you move to Cherrywood

We both know you've got to be consistent
When you're working nine to five
And I just cannot do it

There's too much to be missed and not enough to prove
So I've just got to screw it

Aw, the evening's fucking rubbish
Flicking, boredom, sitting around
But the night's forever coming

And guess what I got, Mattie
Oh all I've made is all I've found
My home is where I'm running
My home is where I'm running
That line is not at it's best when sung aloud

Yes, every party that I go to
I'm always asked to leave
Because I'm not arty farty

There are many ways to see it, be it
Many hooligans to fool
And I'm up for chucking parties
I'm up for chucking parties
When I'm not around

G-g-g-get a grip on what I'm saying
I can only be myself
And I always knew it
So now all hail the masked Malaysian
And David Beckham with Adolf Eichmann on his t-shirt
Do-do-do do it
Do-do-do do it
Do-do-do-do do it
And do it now

Sha-la-la-la