Well it’s not for me to sayBut I can’t see what you see in him anywayBut such righteousness in meIs not a nice thing to displayAnd who am I for Christ sakes anywayTo judge a life this wayWhen my own’s in disarrayMy own’s in disarrayWhen my own’s in disarrayI watch Saturday kid’s TV with the sound turned downAnd I leave food on the eiderdownAll my thoughts pushed undergroundMaybe you’re happy – everyone says you areYou drive around on Two StarYou leave your life ajarAnd God knows you deserve itBad luck follows everyoneSo go on, and stop listening to meStop listening to meAnd don’t ask me how I feelDon’t ask me how I feelSo it’s not for me to sayBecause I change my mind from day to dayAnd when I look at youI only see bits of myself anywaySo go on, and stop listening to meStop listening to meAnd don’t ask me what to sayOr to judge a life this wayWhen my own’s in disarray.