Sick of being solo
Party downstairs sounding real loco
Probably ain't got any room for one more
Well fuck it I don't want to share my Disaronno (no, no)
Cartoons on the telly
Cold spaghetti in my belly
I laugh loud nobody can hear me
Zoidberg, Kosburg and Phil and Mary
C'est la vie, they say
C'est la vie, c'est la vie
C'est la vie, they say
C'est la vie, c'est la vie
Party's getting louder, screaming screams
I bet they're on powder
Maybe I'll go down in an hour
But no one likes a wild flower
High population in the city
But it's just me glued to the tv
I don't really need judgemental pity
Or someone to tell me
C'est la vie, they say
C'est la vie, c'est la vie
C'est la vie, they say
C'est la vie, c'est la vie
I don't wanna go out, I don't wanna go out
I don't wanna go out, anyway
(Instrumental)
(I don't wanna go out, I don't wanna go out, I don't wanna go out, anyway.)
(I don't wanna go out, I don't wanna go out, I don't wanna go out, anyway)
(C'est la vie, they say. C'est la vie, c'est la vie)
(C'est la vie, they say. C'est la vie, c'est la vie)
