Fickle women make me take the hook
They fuck up my head using every dirty trick in the book

She was in my room last night
She told you to fly a kite so
Na Na Na Na Na

Sunday driver I am right behind you
You're stuck in the way to the girl I love just please let me through

She likes all my blue tattoos
She said you were last night's news so
Na Na Na Na Na

It's every man for himself

Fickle women live to watch us compete
But don't let the door hit your ass on your way back to the street

Because she'll be in his room tonight
Telling him that he was right
As both of them sing in the moonlight
Na Na Na Na Na

It's every man for himself