When you run into menOn Waratah StreetnI won’t stare you downnI won’t even speaknI’ve painted my facenI look like a freaknI’m always at homenI’m waitingnnAnd everyone’s talkingnAnd nobody's listeningnEveryone’s busynAnd nobody’s thinkingnI’ve got some ideasnBut I can’t stop drinkingnAnd nobody’s listening to menNobody’s listening to mennThere’s a house on the bendnOn Waratah StreetnAnd Matthew’s my friendnHe gardens with so much affectionnHe’s right on the moneynHe’s bentnHe showed me the photosnnAnd everyone’s talking nAnd nobody’s listeningnAnd everyone’s busynAnd nobody’s thinkingnI’ve got some ideasnBut I can’t stop drinkingnAnd nobody’s listening to menNobody’s listening to mennIf you come lookingnI’ll stop hidingnIf we’re not talkingnAt least were not fightingnI’d go to piecesnIf I was together I'd rattlennYou’ll never run into menOn Waratah StreetnYou won’t track me downnAnd we'll never meetnI’ve painted my facenI look like a freaknI’m always at homenI’m waitingnnAnd everyone’s talking nAnd nobody’s listeningnEveryone’s busy nAnd nobody’s thinkingnI’ve got some ideasnBut I can’t stop drinkingnAnd nobody’s listening to menNobody’s listening to menNobody’s listening to me