Pop In G Lyrics - Heatmiser

Mic city sons seem to dumb everything down 

I got wished a lot of luck 

And I'll tell you what it's worth now 

It's a cold-blooded style 

Never was worthwhile 

You're as good as they come 

But you're such a f***ing trial 

You went and called me up 

Do you bother me on purpose 

You make me feel like I'm half my age 

And at least twice as nervous 

You go ah-ha whistling 

Sweet caroline 

And I'll be there to ? ? 

Cos I never speak my mind 

It's a miracle how 

No offence is taken 

But I'm full of them then 

Anytime you feel up to face them 

You go drink your problems still 

A statue in the barroom 

You've got feelings left to kill 

And I won't forget it too soon 

It's a cold blooded style 

Never was worthwhile 

You're as good as they come 

But you're such a f***ing trial 

You go ah-ha whistling 

Sweet caroling 

And I'll be there to ? ? 

Cos I never speak my mind 

You don't want me to speak my mind