You spend too much time sat in your bedroom, on your PC 
Are you sure you couldn't have found the time, swallowed your pride and admitted your jealousy 
Next week you'll trying again to put one of my city's many front men 
If you do not have the internet, would you be into them 
I very much doubt so how would they know so 

What took you so long, was there a queue at the post office 
What took you so long, was there a dirty double-decker stagecoach, you just happened to miss 

Sometimes I'm bad, sometimes I'm rotten, sometimes I say things I probably, should have forgotten about people or things 
Do you know who I am, I'm like a Morrissey with some strings 

What took you so long, was there a queue at the post office 
What took you so long, was there a dirty double-decker stagecoach, you just happened to miss 

You're always bad, you're always rotten and you always say things that, you should forgotten or have you had enough 
Of your stereotypical bit of the rough 

And then we all go... 

What took you so long, was there a queue at the post office 
What took you so long, was there a dirty double-decker stagecoach, you just happened to miss