If this year was a fish, I’d throw it back in the sea
I’m stranded and I’m drifting and all I’ve caught is weeds
Oh tell me baby what can I do
I’m just waiting for my ship to come in with its cargo of you
If this year was a house I’d have to have to have it condemned
My roof is lifting off and my walls are sagging in
Oh tell me darlin have you got support to lend
I’m just waiting for you to lift me right back up again
If this year was a rocket it would be lost in space
Floating through the stratosphere without a radar trace
Oh tell me baby am I an alien race?
I’m just waiting for my signal to find you at my launching place
If this year was a dog it should be quarantined
Washed off done and dusted and sprayed for mange and fleas
Oh tell me baby am I so diseased?
I’m just waiting for you to take me in and rest my head upon your knee
If this year was a car it would be up on blocks
My engine barely turning like it was chewing up rocks
Oh tell me baby won’t you give me a tune
I’m just sitting getting rusty waiting for a service from you
Well Mark Woodforde’s got the blues and he don’t know what to do
He only made one million dollars when he really wanted two
Oh I can tell you darlin, I’d really like that too
But I’d be happy with just one twenty if you’d come and let me spend it on you
*MW was an Australian tennis star in the early 90s – the opening line is his from an interview reflecting one of his years in tennis
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