Did the ironing in a cowboy hatFelt as fresh as the paint in this new flatI will never tell you what to doHave ambition simply to see things throughDid you know I could be a lot of funI’m aware that friendship can die youngAs the glow from the street light bledDown the Langlands Road we set off the best of friendsI know where I standI don’t need you to hold my handWell, I’ve tried to get along with youI have asked myself âWhat are we gonna do?âI’m coming round to take a standGoing to put us together with glue or an elastic bandI know where I standI don’t need you to hold my handI am softer than my face would suggestAt times like these I’m at my lowest ebbNow I can confide in youIf I cry to set the mood oh please could you cry tooHappy New YearYou are my only viceHappy New YearWhat if we compromised?Happy New YearI am openDo you have to wear a frown like that?You could have hit me with a baseball batDo you want to? (Yes I do)Do you have to? (So do you)Do you want to? (So do you)