We're sorry will you give us a second chance?

Sitting at a lonely table~In the middle of a pub

Where everyone was laughing, joking~They didn't sell me grub.

I sat and sipped a lonely beer~And wondered what to do...

Should I go? Or should I stay? ~(I went off to the loo...)

I heard some talk of gruesome worms~Fish lines, belts and kettles.~I don't play golf or watch the box

But do get stung on nettles.

I sit there for a full half hour~Waiting for the show to begin

I don't speak to a single soul~I can't begin to grin.

I see some very pretty girls~Having a nitty natter

An older woman, some loutish boors

And loads and loads of chatter.

But did ONE person look my way?

I don't actually think they did...~My bag was sitting under the table~it was pretty well hid...

I could stand it no longer~What a horrible place to be~It was time to go,This place is for them,~ Not for me.

So what happened as I rushed out of the door?~

My embarrassing bag shouted "Hey? Can't you see me here? On the floor?

Conclusion