Standin' in the runway Wavin' at the plane There goes everything you own You called home collect And they didn't know your name Starin' at the telephone
You thought he was a doctor Now he says he's not But the noices seem to tell for sure And according to the symptoms It isn't all you got A shame they haven't found a cure
Didn't know the reason You start to feel the rub You know it isn't easy Well, welcome to the club Well, you thought they'd take it lightly
They're actin' kinda rash Caught you in a loadin' zone So they smile very politely Relieved you of your cash Suddenly you're all alone
You play the double agent You bug eachother's phone You got the place surrounded There ain't nobody home
It's gettin' hard to please 'em You start to feel the rub You know it isn't easy Well, welcome to the club Come on and join us in the clubTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
