Hey, did you kick 'em off your tooth?
Did you show 'em who's the boss?
Did you show them how?

Hey, did you lose another love?
Wondering what the [bad word] you've done,
For fifty years.

No, there's a lot that you don't know.
That I can't make you hear,
But you need to.

But it's your move.
It's your move.
I can't do everything for you.

It's your move.
It's your move.
I can't do everything for you.

Little [bad word] for miles.
You know it's easier to smile.
Life is it kicking you down?

And if you ever burn that crowd,
Follow the Christmas colours to town,
Then all the children sing along.

You've got the orders and telephone calls,
You've the kids from big to small,
Our driver's longing to be sung.

For we can be forever stranded,
No winter vision, I [bad word] if you,
I'll help you save your face.

'Cause it's your move.
It's your move.
I can't do everything for you.

It's your move.
It's your move.
I can't do everything for you.