I've got a habits I know
  Of picking on your faults
  It fakes a lot to make you mad
  But if I tried I'm sure I would
  And if my Sunday gets too dull
  Would you allow me to be
  Awful, I mean miserable, impossible ?
  That's what friends are for
  I've noticed just by watching other people
  While they're talking to each other
  Since this party started
  I've been feeling pretty shaky
  Like a fish out of cold water
  In a glass of coca cola