Gonna have to cut you down to size you're running out of style I'm gonna kit you out with a subterranean profile don't you push me too far it's gonna be bad for your health you'll wind up just a friend to the ghost of your former self
Don't mess me round don't you mess me round you put me down don't mess me round
Any more of your mouth and we'll both see red I'll pin your bottom lip to the top of your head you've got too much talkie-talkie don't say one more thing I'll make your insides look like a Jackson Pollock painting