On the footpath out the front of Oxford ArtsStinging for a stiff drink in a short glassJunkies and cop car's rushing pastAnd I'm thinking there could be a bit of mischief on the cardsI was a Friday night and the treble was clangingAnd the hipster was hangingAnd the ladies was bangingSo uh. me and the fellas are looking for companionsIn the corner chatting to these chicks, tryna make it happenAnd as far as I can tell, it's all going swellVibing out just hanging with my mademoiselleBut I wasn't planning on that everyman for himselfWhen my boy's step in and start chatting as wellI figure it's game over, that's stiff competitionSee my man's got a way with womenSelf fashioned Casanova,The other has a lady at home butHe's still on a mission to fill his quotaAnd sure enough, next thing you know they're both pairing upAnd I'm back to square one thinking fuck it I'm doneSo I catch a cab home down Parramatta RoadListen to the cabby chatter on his phoneBreath fogging up the glass city lights rushing pastDamn I should of seen it coming from the startNice guys finish lastGood girls move too fastNow you're sitting in the back of your carThinking that you've gone too farBut you'll never knowNo you'll never knowCos nice guys finish lastRing ringAyo whatup ma?Wanna talk about how your man is acting sub par?You under stress, under-appreciated?Wishing I was the man that you were dating?Mm-hmm OK, well I'm laughing and I'm smilingAll the while I got the West Wing on silentDividing my attention until I hear you mentionWhen yours truly was the object of your affectionBut you chatting bout this wally, how he can't stay putReminiscing bout that Molly down at Halfway CrooksWell I don't remember much beyond your touchA little hazy on the ohh babys you were hasty in a rushTo get out that door, see that much I can recallNow you've got my phone on blast?Nice guys finish lastGood girls move too fastNow you're sitting in the back of your carThinking that you've gone too farBut you'll never knowNo you'll never knowCos nice guys finish lastAnd I should knowCos I'm sitting at the back of the packMan I should have seen this coming from the startNice guys finish lastSo if you ain't no slick talker looking for some sort of flingJust hope that some pretty young thingIn the city might catch you in the corner of her eyeAnd take pity on you, make you her kingSpare a thought for theNice guys of the world we applaudRaise up the hand that you used to open her doorAnd just give yourselves a pat on the backSigning out from the back of the pack, it's like thatNow you're sitting in the back of your carThinking that you've gone too farChasing popped collars at the barThe type who be paying on cardYou ain't gotta look so hardBut you'll never knowNo, you'll never knowNice guys finish last