billy bragg
goalhanger
He's got the bonhomie Of a game show host And his handshake is so limp it's like meeting a ghost  His apologies are tired 'cause he uses them a lot His excuses are so lame if they were horses they'd be shot He lies through his teeth with impeccable grammar In the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger  He's keeping all his options open 'Til the very last minute Checking every situation Tryin' to work out what's in it  Tryin' to pin him down's like nailing water to a wall He's incapable of making a commitment at all Like trying to knock in a nail with an inflatable hammer In the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger  Yesterday upon the stair I met a man who's never there He won't be there again today Well that's what he told me to say  He's got the natural arrogance Of an exclamation mark And he wishes that his bite was as big as his bark He's appealing to the referee at every single stage He's a buzzy little bundle of impotent rage Where he ought to have patience he only has anger In the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger  He has a lack of humility That defies imagination And he hangs 'round like a farting Russian space station He doesn't even notice as he sells you down the river 'Cause he's one of life's taker and he's looking for a giver Shrugs, drops his shoulders as he drops another clanger In the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger