There you stand,
and you are useless,
useless as can be,
and full of emptiness and useless information,
and with no thoughts of your own,
and that is what bothers me,
people who cannot think for themselves,
and who only have second-hand stories to tell,
who only have second-hand stories to tell,
oh, you all bore me to hell,
you bore me to hell,
and instead, when I see you and you talk to me,
I contemplate what I am having for my tea,
and here you are,
again, in the bar, and you waffle on endlessly,
you waffle on endlessly,
and you are as miserable as can be,
and that is not quite what I want to see,
but you side-tracked me when I was happy,
drinking by myself,
and you said you wanted company,
you said you wanted company,
but now I will need to drink more,
and you as always will test my sanity,
you will test my sanity,
and I will try not to go to sleep,
but you do buy me drinks and I try to listen you,
but to listen to you,
you need to be as lubricated with alcohol as you can be.