So what
So fuck what
So what
If I stay up late enough
Something might happen
and if I drink just enough
I may be happy
If I think just enough
I'll see that nothing
really matters
If I stay up late enough
Something might happen
to be to try
The girls and guys
To see to cry
As we watch them fry
To flee goodbye
While the innocent try
The plea the sigh
Try and indemnify
With dignity and thought
Crucify the lot
The bought and sold
Unraveling the knot
All boiling cold
Smoldering in rot
The stories been told
Although we forgot
There has to be something
There has to be someone
out there
There has to be a answer
a prescription a prayer
<Interlude>
If I stay up late enough
Something might happen
and if I drink just enough
I may be happy
If I think just enough
I'll see that nothing
really matters
If I stay up late enough
Something might happen
So what
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born