Men At Work - Hard Luck Story

Don't ask me to love my neighbour
Cause I don't love the man
Don't ask me for my favours
I won't lend a hand
And if I had real power
Then I could disappear
Wouldn't have to be around you
I'd sink into the atmosphere

Then I wouldn't hear
Your hard luck story
It's a hard luck, a hard luck story

Don't ask me to tip the waiter
For he is underhand
I can tell he is a woman hater
And he is a nasty man
Within reach lies all desire