Get Along

He's got a flat, it's just south of the river
 A wipe clean kitchen
 White as an American smile
 And wide as an American child
 He spends his weekends talking to his mother
 About himself and how he's got nobody to talk to (Boohoo now)
 He's got nobody at all
 I guess he can't get along, get along, get along
 I guess he can't get along, get along, get on
 He's got a flat, it's one foot on the ladder
 A new build, red brick
 50 feet of communal grass
 And you can't put a price on that
 Loves culture, sees what he's able
 Spends his evenings playing house of pain on his hands
 And praying there's no pain when he lands
 I guess he can't get along, get along, get along
 I guess he can't get along, get along, get on
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 It means nothing at all
 Until the key's in the door
 And the deed's in his name
 And he's changing every lock in the place
 And at the root of it all
 Is his reluctance to fall
 And it's always the same
 50 minutes into work
 And he just keeps walking
 One foot then the other
 Beer or wine?
 I don't know why he bothers
 It's all the same
 And there's not an easy laugh
 And he wants tennis courts
 Swimming pools
 Water's warm at the Cote d'Azur
 Well he dreams of yachts
 Well quite a lot for him
 I guess he can't get along, get along
 Too up, too down, too busy to call
 I guess he can't get along, get along
 Well the smile above the Windsor seems wrong
 I guess he can't get along, get along, get along