What A Pain In The Arse It Is

You say I rowed you up the river

And I clipped your wringing wings

You say I let you down a thousand ways

And a million other things

That dead non-affair's no sacred cow

It's just illusion to me now

You've covered up the cracks somehow

That busted fantasy to which you cling

I care not now or then

What a pain in the arse it is to run into you again

And I don't want to hear the story

About how we might have met

About a hundred thousand years ago

And how you made some bet

That I might not remember

And I sure don't give a damn

That your life has shattered all to splinters

And your stupid brother's sniveling in the slam

I care not where or when

What a pain in the arse it is to run into you again

And you still owe me money

And your jokes were never funny

Goodness knows you know you're no comedienne

And after all the years I drank

And had that tiger in my tank

And it was raining movie stars

How'd I get Rin Tin Tin?

Rin Tin Tin

Now, my brain's all jingle-jangled

And my heart has turned to stone

And if it was a-way back when

I'm sure you weren't alone

And if the ocean up and dries

And tries the canyons on for size

Maybe then you'll realize

You're just tired, tired of yourself

In the beginning was the end

What a pain in the arse it is to run into you again.