Bob walked into a bar He has a lady on his arm But the lady always looks the other way Strolling in the park It's getting cold, it's pretty dark He'll try and hold her, but she always moves away And that day out at the races didn't go quite as he planned He spent most of it alone in a quiet little corner of the stand And he didn't even get to place his bet Inertia, as good as it gets Alan was a fool And yet so popular at school Affectionately known by all the girls as hot The first to get a car The first to get served in a bar And you never saw a soup stain or a spot But when the stomach began to show and the hair began to go She up and left him, up to his neck in dept Like a song sung by Tammy Wynette Inertia, as good as it gets 'Cause you put up with my music, my motorbike You put up with my old friend and my best friend's wife You put up with the radio I keep on all night You even put up with The Rolling Stones My taxes and my tantrums, my dull routine Pounds and five pound notes that I leave in my jeans And I may look sixty when I act sixteen Maybe it's The Rolling Stones [Instrumental] Joe works with lots of girls Who all just think the world revolves around them They expect such large Martinis and tickets for the show But when Joe is feeling down It's so unusual that they come around Still he makes such kind excuses for them, says, "That's how it goes" Even though on his wedding day, his bride did not have much to say The whole day, an outrageous tale of woe And she left Joe, took his two dogs and his cat Inertia, you'd never do that 'Cause you put up with my tantrums, my dull routine The coins and five pound notes that I leave in my jeans And I may look sixty, though I act sixteen Blame it on The Rolling Stones