RANDY

Stood up at the chip shop,
Left there in the lurch.
What will they say
Sunday at church?

Randy, I can see you think I’m a geek.
Give me a chance to show romance,
So please now let me speak.
Here alone on my throne,
I sit and ponder why-y-y oh why can’t you see,
Oh Randy.

Randy, hopefully one fine day, when I find a job,
Oh you will come round to see that I’m not such a slob!
I promise to you now that I will change my ways
If only you’d stay, oh Randy.

Randy my baby, I know you’re all bad.
You know it too.
But honey, I hope you believe me that I’ll change
To be much more like you.

Still alone on my throne, I sit and ponder why-y-y
Oh why you can’t see, oh Randy,
Randy, Randy, why-y-y
Oh Randy.