What Drummers Get - Johnny Foreigner

You’ve got a pretty good band

And they’re sweet for not minding me hanging around

But I’m deadening these conscious pangs

I’m half the man you think I could have been

Drummers get everything!

I’m going to slice up his hands

Let’s see how he saves soundcheck with his bleeding palms

I’m more than halfway serious

I’m half the man you think I could have been

(Half the man you think I could have been)

Now seagulls run this neighbourhood

The last time we came was the last for good

I don’t think we’re speaking

(Don't think we’re speaking)

We’re all out of season

Pack (re)pack is where we’re at

I don’t think I wanna end up like that

I don’t think we’re speaking

(Don't think we’re speaking)

We’re all out of season

Better kill you off, than lead you on

Oh, we know awkward well

And as for him

Oh, he’s moving to Birmingham

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh sweet!

I’ll take anything!

Oh, tell me what can you give?

I’ll have alternate weekends and your bottom lip

And every time you lose your shit to songs I wrote

I know I’m part of this

(Songs I wrote, I know i’m part of this)

We’ll always remember the bad times together