Favourite Kind Of Idiot (feat. Rianne Downey)

I saw you tie your shoe laces
You looked so very pleased
They came undone immediately
You sank down on your knees

Later at the light bulb change
It took you several hours
I watched you punch the air in joy
I thought the future’s ours

North Korea on holiday
Beirut for a midweek break
We could go just anywhere
And make the most of our mistake

And if the sun don’t shine
Well the boy’s still mine
Like a right foot in left shoe
My favourite kind of idiot
Is you, you, you
You’re a little bit cute
But you ain’t no beaut
But I don’t date you for the view

My favourite kind of idiot is you

I saw you try to cross the road
In a fight that you still lose
Both cycle lane and bus lane
Still leaving you confused

Returning half hour later
You still looked pretty lost
Finally reached the other side
But forgotten why you’d crossed

New York, London, Milan, Paris
None of them we’ve been
Just a one day trip to the council tip
Fulfils our every dream

I can’t believe the things we do
When just left on our own
But madness and insanity
Furnished both our homes
You’re my dream idiot
I hope I’m your dream fool
Nevermind the law
Or security door
If you weren’t meant to break the rules