A racing form, maybe, maybe I'll make some bets
I just laughed, what else could I do?
"You need a bath and your clothes are wrong
Should change my name, maybe get a new face
(Put in my song)
I know a guy, lives in Los Angeles
Just then her friend chimed in, singin', “Get a clue"
A bottle of wine and some cigarettes
Should change my name, get a new face
You're not my type, I can tell we wouldn't get along"
And she said, "I'd really like to see you every day
There's something I've been meaning to say to you
Everybody I meet thinks I'm alright
I'd had enough, I couldn't take it anymore
Bought some mags on my way home
For later on, you know, when I'm all alone
I've run out of gas and I'm stuck like glue
Sometimes his life there makes me so jealous
There's something I've been meaning to say to you
(Put in your song)
But I'm afraid of what my friends might say"
So I turned and I ran straight for the door
I'd like to move out of this place
Sleep all day, stay up all night
Get a life put it in my song
I've run out of gas and I'm stuck like glue
"Get a life, put it in your song”
I'd like to move out of this place
