I can't really take him, so I'll just have to fake it,
Pretend that I'm the lucky one,
His deep pontification's the source of my frustrations,
I'm smiling and just acting dumb.
He's repeating all the same old stories,
He's the center of them all,
He's reliving all the same sad glory,
For aren't we all the lucky ones?
People think he's charming, brilliant and disarming,
Convinced that they're the fortunate sons,
But he's so unrelenting, blind and unrepenting,
And pretty soon he's down to one.
He's not listening to anything we're saying,
Interrupts before we're done,
Doesn't know the heavy price he's paying,
Aren't we all the lucky ones?
He's repeating all the same old stories,
He's the center of them all,
He's here living all the same sad glories,
For aren't we all the lucky ones?
I can't really take him, so I'll just have to fake it,
Pretend that I'm the lucky one,
His deep pontification's the source of my frustrations,
I'm smiling and just acting dumb.
