What's a Boy Left to Do Ma?

I saw you down by the secret beach Reading Dennis the Menace You said you'd bought souls in Moscow And sold them off in Venice And I'd scream "liar, liar, pants on something" But I don't wanna be a bore Look what's a boy left to do ma? When you always had the hots for Rizla Greens and TV screens and groups of three Rendezvous and bad tattoos and great Kung Fu Daddy Cool on the boombox Out in the boondocks Hands round my neck Oh the love connoisseur You slowly lock the door For dramatic effect Finger paint on the window This four-wheeled chateau Scene of the crime And I just can't get enough Of all this falling in love Just to pass the time You were captain of the football team And I was a great dancer You cried out "you never listen to me!" Or something, whatever See I was scared of that pesky ick Kicking down your door But what's a boy left to do ma? When you always had the hots for Rizla Greens and TV screens and groups of three Rendezvous and bad tattoos and great Kung Fu Daddy Cool on the boombox Out in the boondocks Hands round my neck Oh the love connoisseur You slowly lock the door For dramatic effect Finger paint on the window This four-wheeled chateau Scene of the crime And I just can't get enough Of all this falling in love Just to pass the time