He's got the bonhomie of a game show hostAnd his handshake is so limp it's like meeting a ghostHis apologies are tired cos he uses them a lotHis excuses are so lame if they were horses they'd be shotHe lies through his teeth with impeccable grammarIn the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhangerKeeping all his options open till the very last minuteChecking every situation trying to work out what's in itTrying to pin him down is like nailing water to a wallHe's incapable of making a commitment at allLike trying in a nail with an inflatable hammerIn the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhangerYesterday upon the stair I met a man who's never thereHe won't be there again todayWell, that's what he told me to sayHe's got the natural arrogance of an exclamation markAnd he wishes his bite was as big as his barkHe's appealing to the referee at every single stageHe's a fuzzy little bundle of impotent rageAnd where he ought to have patience, he only has angerIn the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhangerHe has a lack of humility defies imaginationAnd he hangs round like a fart in a Russian space stationHe doesn't even notice as he sells you down the riverCos he's one of life's takers and he's looking for a giverHe smirks and shrugs his shoulders as he drops another clangerIn the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger

 

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