Wishy Washy
I got a place with a viewYou can see the carsAs they travel down the freewayTo clubs and barsThere's a woman downstairsWith matt-grey hairAnd she smiles when she tells meThere's no room for me hereThey've got it in the cityThey've got it in the countryBut here in the suburbsIt's all so wishy-washyIt's all so wishy-washyI got another placeThis time with a fireplaceAnd a woman can come aroundWrite poetry and feel safeI said it's good for me nowBut I'm not being fedI said it's good for me nowBut I'm not being fedThey've got it in the cityThey've got it in the countryBut here in the suburbsIt's all so wishy-washyIt's all so wishy-washyI got a place with a viewYou can see the carsAs they travel down the freewayTo clubs and barsThere's a woman downstairsWith matt-grey hairAnd she smiles when she tells meThere's no room for me hereThey've got it in the cityThey've got it in the countryBut here in the suburbsIt's all so wishy-washyIt's all so wishy-washyAaaahh...WISHY-WASHY!