Shopping for kicks got my whole life to get through
I'm looking for Gretchen and her bubble perm hairdo
We stop of coffee (and tea) she smiles at the waiter
He winks at his friends; Gretchen kicks his ass later

I'm cleaning our guitars on our pebble dash drive way
New type of wax I just got for my birthday
I read John Buckan I throw stuff at my neighbour
We go out for breakfasts and read all the papers

You dream of a monkey I dream of a window pane
      
I'm not some bum, I'm not your thing   
Gretchen's not a complete freak or anything
It makes no sense another year
What kind of maniac has brought us here
I'm something special, gretchen's smart
I study film, we love the arts
I thought we told you right from the start                 
                       
We were just your inbetween    
Just a bit unforseen                  
We're such inbetweeners
      
Gretch went to the dream boys got tickets from piddle 
She cancelled his appointment for a urine sample
she goes round the corner, she smiled my way
I say to myself I'll never let her slip away
              
You dream of a monkey I dream of a window pane   
     
Chorus x 2
              
Now it's much to late to ask us who we are 
We are just lost daydreamers.