Cocker / Mackey / Doyle / Banks / Webber, with Patrick Doyle

Don’t bother saying your sorry

Why don’t you come in?

Smoke all my cigarettes again

Everytime I get no further

How long has it been?

Come on in now

Wipe your feet on my dreams.

You take up my time

Like some cheap magazine

When I could have been

learning something

Well, you know what I mean.

I’ve done this before

And I will do it again

C’mon and kill me baby

While you smile like a friend

Oh and I’ll come running

Just to do it again.

You are that last drink I never should have drunk

You are the body hidden in the trunk

You are the habit I can’t seem to kick

You are my secrets on the front page every week

You are the car I never should have bought

You are the train I never should have caught

You are the cut that makes me hide my face

You are the party that makes me feel my age.

You're like a car crash I can see but I just can’t avoid

You're like a plane I’ve been told I never should board

You're like a film that’s so bad but I’ve just got to stay ‘til the end

Let me tell you - that it’s lucky for you that we’re friends.