We Couldn’t Dance to Billy Joel

It's not as if the pencil test was planned
When you stole the attention that was meant for the band
(I didn't) I didn't know you but I wished that I had
With my hands in my pockets and my hands in my pockets (say)
Standing sheepishly against the wall
With the bones and the breaks and the breaks and the fall
(we had a) book of matches and the wherewithal
And our hands in our pockets and our hands in our pockets (say)

We started a house on fire and convinced these flames to grow
But we couldn't dance to Billy Joel
Beginnings were much too fast and the world was ours to owe
But we couldn't dance to Billy Joel

Again an almost happy happenstance
When I tossed you a glimpse and you threw me a glance
(you caught me) you caught me in those orange pants
With your hands in your pockets and your hands in your pockets (say)
We sat alone with the thoughts we confessed
And how that Pulp had determined how we danced and we dressed
(cause we were) unapproachable and unimpressed
With our hands in our pockets and our hands in our pockets

We started a house on fire and convinced these flames to grow
But we couldn't dance to Billy Joel
Beginnings were much too fast and the world was ours to owe
But we couldn't dance to Billy Joel