Yeah so far, it’s alright, alright, baby
Yeah so far, it’s alright, alright, baby
Yeah so far, it’s alright, alright, baby
Yeah so far, it’s alright, alright
Yeah, it’s the way we are
We were smoking by 11 and knocking ‘round town
Beat ‘em ups on my arm
We were never good at selling, couldn’t cut down
And I’ll stay with my father while his friends die of heart attacks
He’s got a heart made of stone but he never gets cold
‘Cos the son is always on his back
I used to think you were cool, I believed you had a wonderful vision
But I soon found out you’re a terrible friend
And your mother’s on the television
Giza, go on your bike, how you getting on with your life
It’s alright, yeah it’s alright
Yeah so far, it’s alright, alright, baby
Yeah so far, it’s alright, alright, baby
Yeah so far, it’s alright, alright, baby
Yeah so far, it’s alright, alright
"Well, I’m coming to the end of 23", she said, "Is that alright?"
"Well, it’s coming to the end of you and me", she said, "Is that alright?"
How can you complain about life and talking about being bored
If you just sit at Pete’s house playing video games,
Doing sniff that you can’t afford
I can’t be picking up in the town
So get me one of Adam if he’s sorting you out
I don’t really know what all your friends are about
I was always looking for a way to get out
That’s a reflection of the size of your house,
A silver spoon and zoot in your mouth
But you’re alright, yeah it’s alright
Yeah, so far, it’s alright, alright, baby
Yeah, so far, it’s alright, alright, baby
Yeah, so far, it’s alright, alright, baby
Yeah, so far, it’s alright, alright
So here we are, it’s quarter to 11, we’re knocking ‘round town
Pushing in at the bar
You can cry until 11, that’s a quarter of an hour
Why stay if you hate it so much, you think you’re well cool
But you just write about sex and killing yourself
And how you hardly ever went to school
Why don’t you wanna take me up in the clouds
Pretend that I’m the one and you can show me around
She was talking marriage so he had to get out
Now he’s making up for it by sleeping about
Your ultimatum’s a ridiculous joke
I’m gonna pick the option that allows me to smoke
I’m alright yeah, it’s alright
Yeah, so far, it’s alright, alright, baby
Yeah, so far, it’s alright, alright, baby
Yeah, so far, it’s alright, alright, baby
Yeah, so far, it’s alright, alright
compositores: Adam Brian Thomas Hann, George Bedford Daniel, Matthew Timothy Healy, Ross Stewart MacDonald
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