Sometimes this life gives you the ball
But you hand it to the other side
What kind of man have I [bad word] Have I bottled up and sold my pride
Well you know me I ain’t been goin’ nowhere
On my slight hypocritical trip
Well you know me I ain’t goin’ nowhere
No real need to flip
When it slip slip slips right away
Down the hatch
It slip slip slips right away
And soon you don’t rate me

Sometimes a girl shows you the ball
And then passes to the other side
What kind of woman would do that
Did she get lost somewhere down the line
Well I know her she ain’t goin nowhere
On her weak metaphysical kick
Well I know her she ain’t goin’ nowhere
I’ve no need to trip
When it slip slip slips right away
Down the hatch
It slip slip slips right away
And soon you don’t rate me
And I don’t rate you

Sometimes this life gives you a sign
But you’re [bad word] temporarily blind
What kind of man have I [bad word] Have I given up and lost my mind
Well you know me I ain’t goin’ nowhere
On my slight hypocritical trip
Well you know me I ain’t been goin’ nowhere
So don’t give me no lip
When it slip slip slips right away
Down the hatch
It slip slip slips right away
And soon you don’t rate me
But I won’t hate you
I’ll just remember how I used to make you laugh
I can remember how I used to make you laugh

You see the long [bad word] 
Whistle’s blown just to make you feel lonely and sad
If you ain’t believin’ you better start retreating
Or soon you’ll be a bleedin’
Go ask yer dad