What a beautiful day for a crushing defeat What a stupid waste of sunshine A funeral pace down a favourite street But I have to come home sometime, I suppose Don't be hopeful on my behalf I'd like to offer my resignation And strangle myself with a football scarf Or act in self-defenestration Yeah, I have seen better days The weekend was mine to waste I had nothing to do And you had nothing to do with me And I try, and I try, and I try your patience How low must your expectations be? Goodness gracious me Goodness gracious me