Well, you take it all for granted,
So it should come as no surprise,
But you big balloon is gonna burst
Right before your eyes.

Well, you always call your mama,
Just for sympathy,
But I tried to show you years ago,
So don’t come cry to me.

CHORUS:
And it’s your last chance
The night is over,
Last chance for love.
Well, if you blame it on the Bossa Nova,
Can’t blame it when I’m gone.

Well, you call me up for favours,
You say that it’s my turn.
Well, I’ll be your staff
While my hear runs dry
And watch your bridges burn.

Well, I saw your guardian angel,
You said I can’t refuse. Well, I’d take the chance,
But it’s hard to dance
In size 8 concrete shoes.

CHORUS
Well, you take it all for granted,
So it should come as no surprise,
But you big balloon is gonna burst
Right before your eyes.