"What'd you mean tig goes while I'm out?"      It's nearly eleven, Do you think we'll stand the test of time   You're a cloud short of heaven, But you know I want you to be mine   And I'm sitting here, And it is getting frustrating      Got to go to the garage,    Got to get some fags and make some tea   Can you lend me enough wedge   Do you want to walk up there with me?    And i'm sitting here waiting, yeah and its getting frustating      Oh we've been here all night   I can feel a strange attraction   And It's getting light   Yeah I can't spur you into action    Do you know?   That someone.. Oh.. Oh!       It's a quarter to seven    Don't you think we've stayed up long enough   You're a cloud short of heaven   But I'd love to see you strut your stuff    And I'm sitting here waiting    Yeah, and it could be X-rated      We could be oh so happy    We could be oh so happy!