Charcoal coloured night at the entrance Hazed, I won't walk in Those nights, those weekends Give you a kickin' People half your age I feel like Elaine Paige But without the f*ckin' tunes an' Joe Cocker bollocks East miserable Mainline Where the air con won't be saved by Nicolas Cage Put some f*ckin' heatin' on Don't be shy Smoker's cough and a poky loo Gets drenched when I turn the tap on One pint can on I keep out of it I keep out of it I keep out of it I keep out of it Play it smooth Too much to consider I didn't ask you to, did I? Two wi' one O or two spelt 'T-double-O? Oh no, Speak & Spell hell Ian's a twat and he still works in a clothes shop Desperately announced any death of whatever Strengthens Better pay ya respects Quick for the kudos Coffees at expensive tea shops Full of local art f*ck off! Gromit Thomas the Tank Engine Forties sleepy village carrot cake hell Vomit His unimagined work towards the goal Of no soul Just happenings Within the four walls of your own f*ckin' home I keep out of it I keep out of it I keep out of it I keep out of it Eatin' Coffeemate by the spoon It tastes like cake mix I waste time flickin' bogeys Really sore nose "Is this your handywork?" As the green particles from the men's toilet Land on your f*ckin' shirt I keep out of it I keep out of it I keep out of it I keep out of it Keep your eyes slit make it Keep your eyes slit, aye Keep your eyes down to it Keep your eyes, aye aye