You didn't ask about my job,
you didn't ask about where I've been,
you didn't ask about the Broken Family Band (aahhh...),
you didn't ask about my ex-girlfriend.


...Well now she's with a policeman,
and he's makin' her happy,
and that's makin' me happy,
so I'm just lookin' to reconcile that.

I need a week with my uncle,
'cos I've been hittin' the booze too hard,
I've been swimmin' in wine,
I keep forgettin' my problems, and I'm makin' up.

(Chorus)
How d'you think you're gonna get me home,
you ain't got any cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes, no.
how d'you think we're bein' just on hold
'cos I'm like a kid and you're like a woman.

So you're not with your husband,
and that's makin' you happy,
I guess it's makin' me happy,
there's gonna be baggage with that.

We'll work it out in some restaurant,
drinkin' bottles of wine and stuff,
we can kiss with our tounges and forget all our problems,
make some other ones up.

(Chorus)
How d'you think you're gonna get me home,
you ain't got any cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes, no.
how d'you think we're bein' just on hold
'cos I'm like a kid and you're like a woman.

(Bridge)

(Chorus)
How d'you think you're gonna get me home,
you ain't got any cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes, no.
how d'you think we're bein' just on hold
'cos I'm like a k[G]id and you're like a woman.