Lucky Boy

I was feeling like my dad
Standing at the back of a family function
In my auntie's kitchen, talking to my uncles
Not about football, even though they would if
He hadn't come, making his own fun
Watching Time Team with me or my mum
I am becoming so like my dad
I don't care, I'm glad
Still it makes me sad
The past

Aren't I a lucky boy?
Aren't I a lucky boy?
Aren't I a lucky boy?

I'm on occasion holding attentions
That's dead easy, some would say it suits me
Often I'm imprisoned by the wrong position
Wet as a dog, I'm weeping in a waterproof
I'm reminded of a time in school
When I was her new friend, she wanted to screw
Coming across like such a knob
But really freaking out inside a lot

Aren't I a lucky boy?
Aren't I a lucky boy?
Aren't I a lucky boy?
(Boy)
(Boy)
(Boy)

They say time's a healer
But I think healing's hokum
I quite like those feelings
The stuff that come out with 'em