Clumsy
Tim Finn
Something in my genes makes me uncoordinated
A butter-fingered boy
My D.N.A was deviated
I don't want to tell a lie
I'm an ungainly guy
Girls are graceful when they dance
Oh, I really love to watch them dancing
Yeah, I'm clumsy
Yeah, real clumsy
I'm clumsy, and I don't ever hope to see you back
Look at that negro go
He's moving like a cat in a factory
Why can't I do that? I'm full of beans and I'm spilling the drinks
In the meantime we'll survive
I was born to bungle
And at last I realise
That nobody's taking me for granted
Yeah, I'm clumsy
Yeah, real clumsy
I'm clumsy, and I don't ever hope to see you back...