New Hampshire — текст песни (they might be giants)

Here I stand outside the window longing to be asked inside
Until someone sees, being polite, though scared to death, they let me in

Woman wonders, "Who`s your itchy friend?"
Woman says, "I thought he was with you."
Woman says, "I thought he was with you."
They slowly back away from him
At best he`s very interesting
His brushes with success were just an accident
No one likes New Hampshire Man

Broken-hearted old man of New Hampshire
Flower-sniffing poet of New Hampshire
Charming witty drunk
Gate-crashing parasite
Self-pitying, embittered, morose New Hampshire Man

Woman wonders, "Who`s your itchy friend?"
Woman says, "I thought he was with you."
Woman says, "I thought he was with you."
They slowly back away from him
At best he`s very interesting
His brushes with success were just an accident
No one likes New Hampshire Man
No one likes New Hampshire Man.