Finest Hour

If I gave you my finest hour

Would you stick around?

Cause I'm sick of giving my favourite rhymes

To the girls who just leave town

One got married and one had kids,

One out-priced me in West Dids

And when I see her I try and make amends

She put her foot down in her fella's Benz

You know that I can't compete with that

I can't compete with that

Its a fact

One did one to Echo Park

With an old penpal whose now an oligarch

She sent my boxes one by one

I'll Fed-Ex his Xmases at once

And as I unpacked the Eric shirt

And The National prints from the last concert

I thought I'll probably never see that girl again

You know that I can't compete with that

I can't compete with that

Its a fact

You know that I can't compete with that

I can't compete with that

Its a fact