Talking of my attributes, the things I do so well   As anyone who's in cahoots with me will readily tell   I've lived up here, I've been down there   I've bought so I could sell   And if I drove a faster car, I'd drive it bloody well   How could I change, I live without restraint      And I would try the patience of a saint   And I would try the patience of a saint      Thinking of my attitudes, talking one on one   I may disagree with you, but look where you've come from   And all that you've got, I thought that I would faint      But I would try the patience of a saint   And I would try the patience of a saint   I would try the patience of a saint      I'm talking to myself (to myself)   I'm talking to myself (to myself)   I'm talking to the one that I know best   I'm talking to the one that I know best      Bury me with gratitude, you can go to hell   Why should I care, I'd rather watch drying paint      But I would try the patience of a saint   And I would try the patience of a saint   I would try the patience of a saint   And I would try the patience of a saint