Hugh Jones - Typical lyrics

On the windowsill my elbow's numb As I heard the door go and saw your car As it glides onto the road Double glazed to dumbness Sodding off and I can't hear you go And that's typical There you sit in the driving seat And your teeth chew gum though your lips don't move You've got the [?] up high And your eyes have moved to the corny sky And you see clear through And that's typical of you It's nearly four now I can't see your car anymore So I close my eyes with my eyelids Fat like a coiled spring and set to jump at anything So well prepared to make a fuss And that's typical of us And that's typical