Verse 1 Music for the masses I’m out classed here mate Inbetween the tashes And splash out on shit I’d better get a penny farthing And Marvelous Marvin Slam dunk with a concrete record deal It’s bound to sink Under the blue rule Where the cuts make people stink You smell
Verse 2 People look like emails Wide smiles Shut down shops couldn’t walk the paper trails And in-house fighting Gets the Tom, Dick and Harry smiling Boris Johnson and the Cheeky Girls Shut down the underground So it’s back to orgies on the buses Drop us a fiver mate No worries One pound 29 on shag all Chorus McFlurries McFlurries McFlurries McFlurries
Verse 3 I’m gonna wee in a basin Unleash a horrible looking vampire like James Mason Clip the ticket The clip-it-tick-tick Now let me through the fucking gate you boring tit What’s wrong with this It’s all too much
Outro Wobble wobble wobble Ah get out of it Wobble wobble wobble Ah get out of it Wobble wobble wobble Ah get out of it
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