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 t
hat you'd never be so daft
and that's what makes you
so smooth