The Last Introvert

A man is just a name and date of birth
And no-one has a clue what he’s full of
I forget
We’re gonna keep it private, oh
If you make no excusey-loosies (excuses)
We don’t know where he lives or where he’s from
And we don’t know where he works or if he does
We’re gonna keep it private, oh
If you make no excusey-loosies
We’re on the bus and say 'come along'
He says: «I'm not g-goosey-loosey
you can’t keep on fighting if you’re me»
There’s parts of him no-one will ever see
He don’t appear to harbour any dreams
And he don’t appear to follow any trends
What’s wrong with him?
We’re gonna keep it private, oh
If you make no excusey-loosies
When joining in was difficult
He says he’s just choosey-loosey
You can’t keep on fighting if you’re me
There’s parts of him no-one will ever see