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(intro) Em B C D (x4)
I linger and gawp when the council dig a big hole
And I cheer for a corner – I don’t know why, they rarely lead to a goal.
The greatest surface underfoot is springy turf
Why does the winner of Mr Universe always come from Earth?
I feel I should be more upset since you went to live in Delph
I should be writing songs about you but I’m too wrapped up in myself.
At DFS a job I have landed but I don’t get paid for the first five years
TNS in The Blob mob-handed according to what one hears.
Outlandish rumour is my sport oyez, oyez
I’ve just seen Venglos in Rock Ferry buying energy drinks
He’s deffo taking over.
God knows I’ve tried to put you into verse but unfortunately
(x4)
When it comes to things such as this it’s all me, me, me.
You’re so beige – I bet you think this song’s about someone else
Standard Liege – see how it all unfolds when I try to include you?
I’ll fit you in some day, somehow
A thousand words but not right now
I’ve got a few lines on Gerry Gow
I had three in one packet in Seventy-Eight
I went back to the shop in a manner irate
Newsagent said “Have you got a two pence piece?”
I said “Yes”, he said “Go and ring someone who cares”.
As told to a boil on the cab driver’s neck
As told to a boil on the cab driver’s neck again.