It starts with a haircut That you don't understand. All dressed looking so sharp Just knowing that you're the man. With a walk to the beat And your move's on repeat, The game is on tonight. With a smile on your face But along with the taste, A loneliness to replace. Oh man you look so good tonight. Every woman you need for your expertise, To hear the cheers for you where you sit alone, But with your dignity on the phone, Begging you to come home. Your mind slips away With every minute that you stay. Messed up your haircut But still you feel the same. Cause your god's gift to women, But they don't have opinion, At least not the pretty ones. As long as they keep on coming This place she belong in A game you'll never win. So sadness seems to be your fate, All alone again and a fat off day. You should be let to come in and you'll never win, Unless the golden rule becomes your friend And you should never return. La la la la la la la