Tom Collins - Soft Lad

Stuck in his daydream
With all his fantasies
No luck with the ladies
Don't know the birds and bees
Sat in his bedroom playing all his tunes
But he never gets to play them out for you
He don't know what he is doing wrong
But he knows that someday he might find someone
What's up soft lad
Why d'ya have to act up like that
Don't you know it ain't really that bad
What's up soft lad
He's not bothered about
Money or cars
Second-hand guitar
He wants to be a star
He won't get around with that constant frown
You need to leave this town, take off your dressing gown
He don't know what he is doing wrong
But he knows that someday he will find someone
What's up soft lad
Why d'ya have to act up like that
Don't you know it ain't really that bad
What's up soft lad
Same T-shirt for five days
He's so stuck in his own ways
Lost the girl at the wrong stage
Still reading the lines on the first page
Same old song, same CD
Says silly things when he's tipsy
He tries to make some joke that's not funny
Maybe one day, he will see
What's up soft lad
Why d'ya have to act up like that
Don't you know it ain't really that bad
What's up soft lad
What's up soft lad
Why d'ya have to act up like that
Don't you know it ain't really that bad
What's up soft lad
Shape up soft lad
What's up soft lad

Written by:
Thomas Collins

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