John, You Always Get The Fit One

'I don’t think much of yours,' you said and you pointed to the one with the
teeth
The one who looks a bit like Keith Richards
I said 'you know that’s not fair, I wanted the one with the hair,
The one who looks a bit like Cher in leather wear'…
For once I plead, let it be me, for once I pray, get out the way John,
get out the way because
John, you always get the fit one and leave me with the dregs, the death on two
legs
And John, I always get the shit one, you leave me with the dregs,
the death on two legs.
A lesson learned over time, I learnt that your interests were never in mine
I had to draw the line, somewhere
And so I left you to lay, on the path where the swingers and mingers play
The one that only leads the way to nowhere
For once I’d plead, let it be me, for once I’d pray,
Get out the way John, get out the way because
John, you’d always get the fit one and leave me with the dregs, the death on
two legs
And John, I’d always get the shit one, you’d leave me with the dregs,
the death on two legs…
But then something changed John, and changed forever
Cause since you’ve gone, I don’t know whether you know that
John, I always get the fit one, I’ve left you with the dregs, the death on two
legs
And John, you always get the shit one, I’ve left you with the dregs,
the death on two legs
And this is the life you know
This is the life you know
…John