There's no point in trying to be
The boy all the pretty girls need
You'll only get met with rejection so take it from me
There's no point in wasting your time
Waiting for girls in the dry
There's plenty of fish in the sea more deserving if your lines
Oh but why should they
Throw it all away
Just to please me
Like old Marge Bouvier
I'm departed for heartache so it'd seem
For a half-baked realty reality
That means I'll never own a home
I guess that's why it's called the Australian dream
I need somebody to hold me
Cause it's cold in the ocean and nobody told me
I'll scream for a queen that looks good, cooks and cleans
But I'll bleed for a woman that scolds me
Oh but why should they
Throw it all away
Just to please me
Like old Marge Bouvier
Oh but why should they
Throw it all away
Just to please me
Like old Marge Bouvier
I choo-choo-choose you
Just try
I choo-choo-choose you
Just try
Just try