I'm doing my best to clean to clean up my act
I've been down on Kirkby market selling porcelain cats
Scrimping and a saving
Cutting down the gravy
Wearing my boxer shorts inside out
That's right
I'm doing my best to cut down on the booze
But I'd rather be drunk with holes in my shoes
You won't have failed to notice
I look just like I'm homeless
Wearing my socks for the third week straight
That's right
It's been eight years since school
Eight years since something to do
Eight years of worrying and hiding
Eight years since I ripped a blazer
Since I cut my face on my very first razor
Eight years of scrimping and a skiving
It's been eight long years since self respect
I don't want your pity but what the heck
I'll take whatever I can get
Eight long years and a thousand tears
And another eight more is my worst fear
Eight years since school, I'm nearly dying
Eight years since school, I'm nearly dying
Eight years since school, I'm nearly dying