The Wombats Performing

I’ve met someone who makes me feel seasick
Oh what a skill to have oh what a skill to have
So many skills that her make her distinctive
But they’re not mine to have, no they’re not mine
Whenever she looks I read the nearest paper
But I don’t care about the soaps, no I don’t care about the soaps
Though I’m acting like I’m in an Eastenders episode

If this is a rom-com kill the director
If this is a rom-com kill the director
Please

Carrots help us see much better in the dark
Don’t talk to girls they’ll break your heart
And this is my head and this is my spout
Though they work together, they can’t figure anything out
So with the angst of a teenage band
Here’s another song about a gender I’ll never understand

If this is a rom-com kill the director
If this is a rom-com kill the director
If this is a rom-com kill the director
Please

This is no Bridget Jones (kill the director)
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!