Nice Guys Finish Last

On the footpath out the front of Oxford Arts
Stinging for a stiff drink in a short glass
Junkies and cop car's rushing past
And I'm thinking there could be a bit of mischief on the cards
I was a Friday night and the treble was clanging
And the hipster was hanging
And the ladies was banging
So uh. me and the fellas are looking for companions
In the corner chatting to these chicks, tryna make it happen
And as far as I can tell, it's all going swell
Vibing out just hanging with my mademoiselle
But I wasn't planning on that everyman for himself
When my boy's step in and start chatting as well
I figure it's game over, that's stiff competition
See my man's got a way with women
Self fashioned Casanova,
The other has a lady at home but
He's still on a mission to fill his quota
And sure enough, next thing you know they're both pairing up
And I'm back to square one thinking fuck it I'm done
So I catch a cab home down Parramatta Road
Listen to the cabby chatter on his phone
Breath fogging up the glass city lights rushing past
Damn I should of seen it coming from the start

Nice guys finish last
Good girls move too fast
Now you're sitting in the back of your car
Thinking that you've gone too far
But you'll never know
No you'll never know
Cos nice guys finish last

Ring ring
Ayo whatup ma?
Wanna talk about how your man is acting sub par?
You under stress, under-appreciated?
Wishing I was the man that you were dating?
Mm-hmm OK, well I'm laughing and I'm smiling
All the while I got the West Wing on silent
Dividing my attention until I hear you mention
When yours truly was the object of your affection
But you chatting bout this wally, how he can't stay put
Reminiscing bout that Molly down at Halfway Crooks
Well I don't remember much beyond your touch
A little hazy on the ohh babys you were hasty in a rush
To get out that door, see that much I can recall
Now you've got my phone on blast?

And I should know
Cos I'm sitting at the back of the pack
Man I should have seen this coming from the start
Nice guys finish last
So if you ain't no slick talker looking for some sort of fling
Just hope that some pretty young thing
In the city might catch you in the corner of her eye
And take pity on you, make you her king
Spare a thought for the
Nice guys of the world we applaud
Raise up the hand that you used to open her door
And just give yourselves a pat on the back
Signing out from the back of the pack, it's like that
Now you're sitting in the back of your car
Thinking that you've gone too far
Chasing popped collars at the bar
The type who be paying on card
You ain't gotta look so hard
But you'll never know
No, you'll never know
Nice guys finish last