I'm just waiting for
The man [bad word] with all my things
And i'm just waiting for
Another man to take it all

And its not hard to tell
That I learnt my lesson well
And I'm just waiting for
The man [bad word] and go away

What are you waiting for
Get up off your seat
Its just seven days
Feels like a week

What are you moaning for
You got all that you want
Your life could be worse
You could be a nurse

It seems so sensible
For us to keep the purse strings tight
And move the decimals
couple of places to the right

And its not hard to tell
That I learnt my lesson well
It seems most sensible
But not exactly what we'd like

What are you waiting for
Get up off your seat
Its just seven days
Feels like a week

What are you moaning for
You got all that you want
Our life could be worse
You know, we all could be cursed

I Can't help feel like this
So don't rearrange it
I don't mean to be a [bad word] I just don't like the changes

I can not help the things I say
You know wouldn't to strangers
But I don't like going away
Cos it puts me in danger

I can tell you now
There ain't a problem can't be solved
With a good old fashioned row
So grit your teeth and stand your ground

And its not hard to tell
That I learnt my lesson well
But I'm still waiting for
The man [bad word] with all my things

What are you waiting for
Get up off your seat
It's just seven days
Feels like a week

What are you moaning for
You got all that you want
Your life could be worse
You could leave in a hearse