Well, you take it all for granted,
So it [bad word] as no surprise,
But you big balloon is gonna burst
Right before your eyes.

Well, you always call your mama,
Just for sympathy,
But I tried to show you years ago,
So [bad word] cry to me.

And it's your last chance
The night is over,
Last chance for love.
Well, if you blame it on the Bossa Nova,
Can't blame it when I'm gone.

Well, you call me up for favours,
You say that it's my turn.
Well, I'll be your staff
While my [bad word] dry
And watch your bridges burn.

Well, I saw your guardian angel,
You said I can't refuse. Well, I'd take the chance,
But it's hard to dance
In size 8 concrete shoes.

Well, you take it all for granted,
So it [bad word] as no surprise,
But you big balloon is gonna burst
Right before your eyes.