You're the man

Does your wife
Know you're out
Know you're out
Sleeping with a weather-girl
That it never rains on you

Triple A
Backstage pass
Anorexic lass
On your arm
You're so cool you're the man

But we still love you
You give us something to do
Why can't we be as cool as you

But we still love you
You give us something to do
Why can't we be as cool as you

And so you stand out the back
Get a little bit closer every track
So everyone can see you there
You've arrived!
I've arrived!
You've arrived

You're like a tired piece of clingfilm
See through and flimsy
So many cracks
And you're no use to anyone any more

But we still love you
You give us something to do
Why can't we be as cool as you

But we still love you
You give us something to do
Why can't we be as cool as you

You sold your sole
And lied the lamp
Laid, try your own
With your little band

But that didn't last
And neither will you
I have faith that you'll fuck up
in everything that you do
I reserve the right
The right to address
How you leave the house is anyone's guess
You're cowering so gently
That's not for me
I'm not like that
Ask Ann Marie

So rest the film stars
Hollywood posers
Hollywood foam
But they've relented
And given their dog a bone

But we still love you
You give us something to do
Why can't we be as cool as you

But we still love you
You give us something to do
Why can't we be as cool as you