Didn't know what was happening, felt a little bit insecure
Didn't mean to hurt you but I was not really sure
When I lifted my glass to my lips and I fell against the door
I realised I'd had too much so I called out for more

You get like that when you really know the score

The young boy from the South who's father owns a wishing well
Speaking words of wisdom so I told him to go to hell
Then Strat with bashful eyes now scrutinised the floor
I thought then I'd gone too far so I went far out some more

You get like that when you really know the score

I looked around the room to find me another prey
Talk about religion and the state of the world today
When I opened up my mouth I found there was nothing left to say
So I bid all my friends a fond farewell and be on my way

And I hope you don't believe a single word I say

You get like that when you really know the score, yeah
Well, you get like that when you know the score