It's hard sometimes trying to be a geezer Five pints down the local pub Laughing at a filthy joke Just so that you can brag about it You've got to get the crumpet So you can blow your own trumpet When you couldn't really give a fuck And Watford's run of bad luck And cheering when a fight breaks out Even though you're feeling sick But like a donkey to a carrot 'cause any sign of weakness Could be used to inflict injuries By one of your so-called friends To hide his own insecurities And nothing to look forward to But daily stress and bringing home the bacon And thinking about the other half of your wages Staying strong emotionally When your soul is breaking And wondering when you're making love to your wife Is it real or is she faking And could it be that the most important things in life Are getting lost or missed When you're playing it safe And scared to take a risk
Its hard sometimes trying to be a geezer With pressures to get on in life And turn out like your dad And getting a house, dog, kids, car The whole kit and caboodle And making out you can't cook Treating your lady with sensitivity Without the boys finding out And keeping your feelings under wraps So she'll never know what you're about And trying to follow the rules Staring at the picture in the frame An easier time, smiles shine Now almost everything's changed.
Well sometimes its so hard