Plans

Brush your hair to some Eurodisco trash
 Two prophelactics and forty-five dollars cash
 Corduroy jacket and some fifty buck shoes
 That can lead like a lamp when they're a scrubbing up new
 Sunday best on a Friday night alright
 I'll meet you at the corner beneath the Goodyear foot sign
 Where all dates are made by mobile
 I'll send you a smoke signal just be there by nine
 This smoke, I left it for you
 To show Mum and Dad your new tattoo alright
 So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?
 There's a streetlight for each night your heart hit the deck
 This drink says I love you, this drink says I couldn't care less
 Kiss me so I know I'm alive
 The drinks taste crap but they keep coming til five
 Numbers on the wall, I got my ears like a shell
 The phone stinks of chips, cheap wine, mouthwash and gel
 C'mon we'll drink the last of the rent
 And I'll leave my number right down on the strap of your dress
 And it's late, and she's Sue
 Cos I read it on the back of her boyfriends neck alright
 So they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?
 Yeah, I had a plan, but how'd it fit with you?