Promises, promises Old tired, worn out second hand sentences One thing, with you is certain You’re a really sad person. So sad. CHORUS Disappointed a few people When friendship reared its ugly head Disappointed a few people Well, isn't that what friends are for? What are friends for? You, you're just a really bad person Who won't, you won't, listen to anyone. No not you With those half moon eyelids Just babbling on, your useless defences. So sad. CHORUS This erratic haphazard, fluttering This to-ing and fro-ing Like a confused moth The collusion, illusion And it's all ad infinitum You're a really sad person. You're really so sad CHORUS Fools and horses Running their courses And brow beaten down Like dust on the ground You cheat easily Like sweet charity And all of the bastards The world despises Springing surprises In newer disguises You cheat easily Like all charity