Nice Guys Finish Last

[Verse 1: Solo] On the footpath out the front of Oxford Arts Stinging for a stiff drink in a short glass Junkies and cop cars rushing past And I'm thinking there could be a bit of mischief on the cards I was a Friday night and the treble was clanging And the hipsters was hanging And the ladies was banging So uh.. me and the fellas are looking for companions In the corner chatting to these chicks, tryna make it happen And as far as I can tell, it's all going swell Vibing out just hanging with my mademoiselle But I wasn't planning on that everyman for himself When my boy's step in and start chatting as well I figure it's game over, that's stiff competition See my man's got a way with women Self fashioned Casanova, The other has a lady at home but He's still on a mission to fill his quota And sure enough, next thing you know they're both pairing up And I'm back to square one thinking fuck it I'm done So I catch a cab home down Parramatta Road Listen to the cabby chatter on his phone Breath fogging up the glass city lights rushing past Damn I should of seen it coming from the start [Hook: Solo and Joyride] Nice guys finish last Good girls move too fast Now you're sitting in the back of your car Thinking that you've gone too far But you'll never know No you'll never know Cos nice guys finish last [Verse 2: Joyride] Ring ring Ayo whatup ma? Wanna talk about how your man is acting sub par? You under stress, under-appreciated? Wishing I was the man that you were dating? Mm-hmm OK, well I'm laughing and I'm smiling All the while I got the West Wing on silent Dividing my attention until I hear you mention When yours truly was the object of your affection But you chatting bout this wally, how he can't stay put Reminiscing bout that Molly down at Halfway Crooks Well I don't remember much beyond your touch A little hazy on the ohh baby's you were hasty in a rush To get out that door, see that much I can recall Now you've got my phone on blast? [Hook] [Verse 3: Solo and Joyride] And I should know Cos I'm sitting at the back of the pack Man I should have seen this coming from the start Nice guys finish last So if you ain't no slick talker looking for some sort of fling Just hope that some pretty young thing In the city might catch you in the corner of her eye And take pity on you, make you a king Spare a thought for the Nice guys of the world we applaud Raise up the hand that you used to open her door And just give yourselves a pat on the back Signing out from the back of the pack, it's like that Now you're sitting in the back of your car Thinking that you've gone too far Chasing popped collars at the bar The type who be paying on card You ain't gotta look so hard But you'll never know No, you'll never know Nice guys finish last