Stop pulling faces
Wipe that food from round your mouth
Can't stand the way you talk
Cause I know its not what your about
You're speaking your mind
But speaking nothing of worth
Preaching your gospel on a pedestal of dirt
Dipping your toe
So you don't break your foot
Drink the only alibi
That saw what they took
Now buildings lie abandoned
Only wild flowers grow
A smash and grab
You risked the lot and have nothing to show
Tasting your own medicine
Now its you looking ill
Shoes on the other foot
You don't take the news too well
So prop yourself up
Raise ya glass lets drink to good health
The lady's yet to sing
And she's got me asking
Why oh why oh why
You trying to make a scene
I told ya 50 times and ya still don't get it
Why oh why oh why
Ya tryin to get one up on me
I was right now its time to admit it
Dropping the silent card
From under your sleeve
Sat wearing that silly grin
But you've just been seen
Now its all across the radio
The late night news
How in your head you'd pinned um down
But your under there shoes
Tasting your own medicine
Now its you looking ill
Shoes on the other foot
You don't take the news too well
So prop yourself up
Raise ya glass lets drink to good health
The lady's yet to sing
And she's got me asking
Why oh why oh why
You trying to make a scene
I told ya 50 times and ya still don't get it
Why oh why oh why
Ya tryin to get one up on me
I was right now its time to admit it
Y.O.Y. Video (MV)
Performed By: The Twang
Length: 4:34
Written by: Jonathan James Simcox, Jonathan Max Watkin, Martin Saunders, Philip David Etheridge
The Twang - Y.O.Y. Lyrics
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Stop pulling faces
Wipe that food from round your mouth
Can't stand the way you talk
Cause I know its not what your about
You're speaking your mind
But speaking nothing of worth
Preaching your gospel on a pedestal of dirt
Dipping your toe
So you don't break your foot
Drink the only alibi
That saw what they took
Now buildings lie abandoned
Only wild flowers grow
A smash and grab
You risked the lot and have nothing to show
Tasting your own medicine
Now its you looking ill
Shoes on the other foot
You don't take the news too well
So prop yourself up
Raise ya glass lets drink to good health
The lady's yet to sing
And she's got me asking
Why oh why oh why
You trying to make a scene
I told ya 50 times and ya still don't get it
Why oh why oh why
Ya tryin to get one up on me
I was right now its time to admit it
Dropping the silent card
From under your sleeve
Sat wearing that silly grin
But you've just been seen
Now its all across the radio
The late night news
How in your head you'd pinned um down
But your under there shoes
Tasting your own medicine
Now its you looking ill
Shoes on the other foot
You don't take the news too well
So prop yourself up
Raise ya glass lets drink to good health
The lady's yet to sing
And she's got me asking
Why oh why oh why
You trying to make a scene
I told ya 50 times and ya still don't get it
Why oh why oh why
Ya tryin to get one up on me
I was right now its time to admit it
Wipe that food from round your mouth
Can't stand the way you talk
Cause I know its not what your about
You're speaking your mind
But speaking nothing of worth
Preaching your gospel on a pedestal of dirt
Dipping your toe
So you don't break your foot
Drink the only alibi
That saw what they took
Now buildings lie abandoned
Only wild flowers grow
A smash and grab
You risked the lot and have nothing to show
Tasting your own medicine
Now its you looking ill
Shoes on the other foot
You don't take the news too well
So prop yourself up
Raise ya glass lets drink to good health
The lady's yet to sing
And she's got me asking
Why oh why oh why
You trying to make a scene
I told ya 50 times and ya still don't get it
Why oh why oh why
Ya tryin to get one up on me
I was right now its time to admit it
Dropping the silent card
From under your sleeve
Sat wearing that silly grin
But you've just been seen
Now its all across the radio
The late night news
How in your head you'd pinned um down
But your under there shoes
Tasting your own medicine
Now its you looking ill
Shoes on the other foot
You don't take the news too well
So prop yourself up
Raise ya glass lets drink to good health
The lady's yet to sing
And she's got me asking
Why oh why oh why
You trying to make a scene
I told ya 50 times and ya still don't get it
Why oh why oh why
Ya tryin to get one up on me
I was right now its time to admit it
Writer: Jonathan James Simcox, Jonathan Max Watkin, Martin Saunders, Philip David Etheridge
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.