[Verse 1]
"Well, okay," she says, "I'll come on back
Or you come to my place," – well, ya gotta love that
I've heard parents speak of their children on stage
Ya gotta love that at primary school age
When driving along, the first time you see
Your band's street poster accidentally
Friday night after work or Steve Waugh out to bat
There's beer in the fridge, ya gotta love that

[Verse 2]
"It's only a lump," ya gotta love that
When the tests are done, and results are back
Unleaded's got cheaper, a seat on the wing
When at last you're sure she keeps looking
The Kerrigan's castle, and Kafka's? Unsure
Literary allusions that aren't too obscure
You're in bed by ten, ya gotta love that
After too many nights late back-to-back

[Verse 3]
Some racist bastard says, "Why, you little black..."
There's Che Cockatoo-Collins talking right back
Ya gotta love that, and the phone finally rings
It's the girl calling when Paul Robeson sings
Lust before it goes away, and then when it's back
Flashing high beams to warn of a speed trap
Ya gotta love that, your band writes a slow track
And some people like it, ya gotta love that
And some people like it, ya gotta love that
And some people like it, ya gotta love that
And some people like it, ya gotta love that