PUB PARANOIA

It’s called pub Paranoia …whoa whoa whoa

It’s called pub Paranoia …that’s why I won’t go

It’s called pub Paranoia …whoa whoa whoa

It’s called pub Paranoia …and that’s why I don’t go

Been thinking about things and come to a decision

Late nights in the pub are reminiscent of prison

Loud mouth fools drinkin too many jars

With too many rules in too many bars

Bars to keep you in and bars for havin fun

Bars in which some devious deeds maybe done

Where drugs are rife and crimes are often planned

Where freedom of expression and smoking are banned

So head out to the sticks for a nice quiet drink

But that is not an option if that’s what you think

It’s a good idea but it does have flaws

What with all the drinkin and the drivin laws

Attract the local weirdo attract the local creep

And ya payin for all this and the price aint cheap

Goin out is changin and that’s a little sad

But stayin in doors can drive us all mad

So think of what ya doin and choose where you go

Surround yourself with the people that you know

just get yourself out there and don’t be shy

It’s not as bad as all that so give it a try

It’s called pub Paranoia …whoa whoa whoa

It’s called pub Paranoia …that’s why I won’t go

It’s called pub Paranoia …whoa whoa whoa

It’s called pub Paranoia …and that’s why I don’t go