I know I'm a nice bloke but we all have our faults I talk a good talk but need to tighten a few bolts We slap on some make up to cover our flaws But being a gentleman I'd still hold open your door I can't afford the Caribbean so it's a caravan in Wales We can get drunk in the local pub and listen the locals tales I'd rather stick with my mates than the hoi polloi set Hey, that's just my choice, Nobody's perfect