Caught-ship

Blimey Charlie, he's quite forward,
For boys these days they're all so starboard,
But this is fresh, this seems anew;
I haven't had this since 2002.

The clubs are dead and full of meat,
Get called a perv chatting up in the street.
Moving in packs and losing charm,
Thinking catcalls don't cause no harm.

But shut your mouth your whistles mean nowt.
Where's the numbers? Still in doubt?
A man who takes charge and takes the lead;
Is a boy who knows that some girls heed.

It's simple, a gamble, you just need to chance,
To ignite a flame a man, solo, starts a dance.
Some say this fashion is way too old,
But bravery, courage, assertion; we're sold.

So take charge of your situation,
You're wasting time; this hesitation.
As time can pass by - it's gone, it's quick.
You missed it man, you've been a dick.

Don't be shy, show the world your balls.
And then - perhaps - she'll await your calls.
Rejection? Pfft so what? Now you know...
It wasn't right. There's not an epic show.

Swallow that pride and make your move,
You really do have nowt to lose.
So, why did you get off the saddle?
And why is it so hard to have a dabble?

It's you and ego at war with self,
Years go by... you're on the shelf.
And now those around you are all hooked up,
It's down to you, not a question of bad luck.

For girls just want a Daddy to search for,
Like-wise someone to be there for nurture.
It's not Freudian this slip of mine,
It's honest, it's true, it's beautifully fine.

So move to the port of fresh new hope,
Start it slowly, it might elope.
But put some wheels underneath your station.
Your frozen state isn't worth your dedication.