Lyrics:

She was standing smoking, counting stolen change
Don't someone have the guts to complain?
Said 'Superman I'm a big fan, let's get something straight
Well, you don't have the guts to complain'

Now your son's coming out to play
Your son's coming out to play

When you're on your own, standing by the phone
We should get together by the supermarket stand
Just taking it hand-in-hand
We should get together, just think of the life you'll save
Not stuck in your early grave
We should get together
Together
Together

I saw you standing smoking, counting stolen change
But I don't have the guts to complain
Well I picked you up, got mixed up with you, that's okay
'Cause now I've got the guts to complain

And now your son's coming out to play
Your son's coming out to play

When you're on your own, standing by the phone
We should get together, got a supermarket stance
Just taking it hand-in-hand
We should get together, just think of the life you'll save
Not stuck in your early grave
We should get together
Together
Together


When you're on your own, standing by the phone
We should get together, by the supermarket stand
Just taking it hand-in-hand
We should get together, just think of the life you'll save
Not stuck in your early grave
We should get together
When you're on your own, standing by the phone
We should get together by the supermarket stand
Just taking it hand-in-hand
We should get together, just think of the life you'll save
Not stuck in your early grave
We should get together
Together
Together