Texty: The Courteeners. How Come.

How come you are always off your head,
And yet you still end up in your bed,
With some fit blonde I've never seen before,
And you get away with kicking her face first out of your front door

You get admiration from all of the lads,
The mothers take a shine to you, thats not the case with the dads,
They have to keep both eyes on you just in case you make a move,
But we all know that you'd never be so daft and that's what makes you so smooth.

So next time that you're out,
Can I stand and watch from the bar?
Just to see if it's true how far,
You will take your good looks, your wit and charm,
Walk out of this place with sixteen girls on each arm.

You get admiration from all of the lads,
The mothers take a shine to you, thats not the case with the dads,
They have to keep both eyes on you just in case you make a move,
But we all know that you'd never be so daft and that's what makes you so smooth

(Thanks to Jimmeh for these lyrics)