Can't Get It...

(c) Scouser
September 2010

Dirty white shirt
Short black skirt
Who could ask for anything more?

Greasy lips
Bag of chips
Lyin on the floor

You scrounge some money
Quid for a Johnny
You don't want to put her in the club

Drunken stumble
Hasty fumble
Round the back of the pub

but you...
Can't get it up
You can't get it up
You've had too much to drink
You've had too much to sup

You can't get it up
You can't get it up
You've had too much to drink
You've had too much to sup

You make a proper date
Just can't wait
You're gonna stay sober this time

Your nerves are shot
You're feeling hot
You have a coupla glasses of wine

Now that she's sober
She aint dumb
She wants you under her thumb

She wants to take you home
To meet her old mum
But you've got a little problem
To overcome...

You can't get it down
You can't keep it still
You shouldn't have had that little blue pill

You can't get it down
You can't keep it still
You shouldn't have had that little blue pill

You can't get it down
You can't keep it still
You shouldn't have had that little blue pill

So ends our tale
About this lad
And his pretty little female

I have to add
They got wed
Now things aint so hot
In the marital bed

You can't get it
You can't get it
You just can't get it at all

You can't get it
You can't get it
You just can't get it at all

You can't get it
You can't get it
You just can't get it at all

You can't get it
You can't get it
You just can't get it at all

You can't get it
You can't get it
You just can't get it at all