You chase in the rat-race
And you always feel so hollow
You marry because it's expected of you
And it only makes you feel more lonely
But still you look down on the
Teenage dad on his estate
He's happy - so leave him alone
With his baby and his modest home
He's happy - so leave him alone
With his Jensen Interceptor
It's just a runaround

You defer to the views of the television news
Let someone do your thinking for you
And you still buy a daily newspaper
And you find everything there but the news
And still you look down on the
Teenage dad on his estate
He's happy - so leave him alone
With his baby and his modest home
He's happy - so leave him alone
With his Jensen Interceptor
It's just a runaround

You become your parents' parent
And you love them
But you can't help feeling used
And you hate the teenage dad on his estate
Because he's poor but he's happier than you
They're all laughing at you
You're a dipper, a slider, cart-horse provider
Nobody cares about you
Just as long as you're out there bringing it in
Despising the grin on the face of the boy
With the methadone ahh
With his methadone
He's happy - so leave him alone
With his methadone
He's happy - so leave him alone

Writer : MORRISSEY, STEVEN / WHYTE, ALAIN GORDON
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group