Did the ironing in a cowboy hat Felt as fresh as the paint in this new flat I will never tell you what to do Have ambition simply to see things through Did you know I could be a lot of fun I'm aware that friendship can die young As the glow from the street light bled Down the Langlands Road we set off the best of friends I know where I stand I don't need you to hold my hand Well, I've tried to get along with you I have asked myself “What are we gonna do?” I'm coming round to take a stand Going to put us together with glue or an elastic band I know where I stand I don't need you to hold my hand I am softer than my face would suggest At times like these I'm at my lowest ebb Now I can confide in you If I cry to set the mood oh please could you cry too Happy New Year You are my only vice Happy New Year What if we compromised? Happy New Year I am open Do you have to wear a frown like that? You could have hit me with a baseball bat Do you want to? (Yes I do) Do you have to? (So do you) Do you want to? (So do you)