Dale was Pete's Mum's new boyfriend's son He had a mouth that was too small for his toungue Teeth like a ladder that was missing a rung Chin looked like it was trying to run He had a laugh like a car crash Eyes like... Pot holes in tarmac Complexion the colour of chewed up bar snacks Kinda guy spend his whole life getting laughed at
[Chorus] When all you've got is a hammer, everything looks like nails If you bow to the hand that damns ya, everything fails The things you do, do you The plans you hatch, hatch monsters Unless you watch your moves Your own fists will knock you unconscious
Pete took him to the pub and the conversation dragged So Pete got pissed, pretty soon he had more than his usual Approaching legless He found himself opening up I got to get this off my chest, he said With his head in his hands I got this girlfriend but I can't stand the way things are going Right, she's got this job but I don't like it It pisses me off! I don't even know what we're fightin' for but these days Me and her, we are fightin' more than I'd like And then out comes the white and Dale looks at him in the clinical light of the toilets "Why what does she do?" Pete looks at his shoes and says "She's a masseuse"
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(Pete) "You could call her up, you could book a session You could push her, see if she responds and then You can tell me everything and we will both see that I was wrong To have ever doubted that she would be anything but the mother of Pure modesty cause I know she loves me, she just does this to pay the bills And to exist in a way that will give her the means to live for for than a dull routine" Dale nods Bells ring in Pete's head But he looks at Dale: those clumsy legs, that sunken chest, that spotty neck This is the perfect man to do the test
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