Chairman Of The Bored

Sitting in the house with my trainers on

Winter ain't about so the days are long

We all planned a trip to the beach

But I spent too many minutes in the shower so my mates are gone

They did warn me but I'm a tiny bit vexed

I'll give 'em all piece of my mind in a text

And if they ring my phone I'll pretend I can't hear it

You could probably call it a fight to the death

As soon as I could talk any sense as a kid

They said my attitude was beastly it still is

Proof that I was born to be an offensive king

The only guy ruder then me is prince philip

I'm not sorry that they have to read my nonsense

I showered for long enough to clean my conscious

And how could I be when they're out by the sea

While I'm trying to keep my head above deeper problems

This is not a happy song

I've got it badly wrong

It's my chance and now it's gone, wo-oh

It's a nice day for those plans

But time waits for no man

You're try'na call your gang

They're lying on the sand

And if sitting in your house is your business now

And to figure it out you sent signals out

But you fear they were ignored

You're the chairman of the bored

Sitting in the shade as the day drags on

Had a cigarette break that was eight fags long

The future doesn't look that bright to me

And it ain't because pane has ray-bans on

So I've given up I'm getting sick of calling me mates

And I'm looking for a heroine it's all in vain

It's the wrong day to phone girls they're fiancees

I'd give them a ring but they're all engaged

Can't go for a ride cause my bike's f*cked up

I consult my neighbor and see if he can fix it

Doesn't think the problem can be solved today

Cause it involves more labour than a miliband trip

I give up all hope

It gets dramatic

I even watch a couple of soaps

Then a girl calls back and says "can we meet in an hour?"

Hmm

I'm guessing I'll be needing a shower

This is not a happy song

I've got it badly wrong

It's my chance and now it's gone, wo-oh

It's a nice day for those plans

But time waits for no man

You're try'na call your gang

They're lying on the sand

And if sitting in your house is your business now

And to figure it out you sent signals out

But you fear they were ignored

You're the chairman of the bored

I'm searching for a way to make things right

All I've been into so far is wasting time

So instead of going hunting for action

I'll just sit right here and wait for something to happen

It's a nice day for those plans

But time waits for no man

You're try'na call your gang

They're lying on the sand

And if sitting in your house is your business now

And to figure it out you sent signals out

But you fear they were ignored

You're the chairman of the bored