I'm lookin round, but I haven't found
the one for me, the one for me,
Who's it gonna be? Who is she?
I'm searching here and I'm searching there,
my piece of the action tonight ain't anywhere,
it's twenty-five to three, and i'm lonely.
I got no chance, coz i can't talk
and I can't dance, coz i can't walk
Gone fishin' for a quick pork,
Looks like I'm gonna wind up empty handed again.
I've been to Muntsville and back again,
the only bush i'll get is the one I pass out in,
All I wanted was a lay, and now it's Sunday
My pick-up lines mustn't be any good,
come on baby, I got wood,
I couldn't get it up anyway, let's drink the night away
