The cunt with the gut and the Buzz Lightyear haircut

Callin' all the workers plebs

You better think about the future

You'd better think about ya neck

Y'better think about the shit hairdo ya got mate

I work my dreams off for two bits of ravioli and a warm bottle of Smirnoff

Under a manager that doesn't have a fucking clue

Do you want me to tell you what I think about you cunt?

I don't think that's a very good idea, do you?

Y'pot marked four-eyed shit fitted shirt white Converse and a taste for young girls

Don't send me home with a glint in my eye

I told my family about the fuckin' wage rise and got fucked on

Devoured, puked on and sucked up, ya fuckin' fly

Y'suction on your fly feet kept me pinned to the blinds

Whilst y'PA rattled out emails

Workstation

Forced to engage in flirtatious conversation

Fizzy

Fizzy

Fizzy

Well just to keep the job

Just to keep fuck-all from turning into a fuckin' nothin' blob

Bang it out

Go on, tell me what you really think

You got no chin - and you got no balls to chin 'em with

Glass panels separate you

The mid-price handwash from the bin of used public toilet paper towels

We've run foul of the hidden hatred that festers in dogs like you

Tripwire

Talk that makes way for the vacuum y'piece of fuckin' shit

One on

Fizzy

Fizzy

Fizzy

Use a sheet of promise and the red shoes of Dorothy

blanked out on the bed of thick monotony

With the usual stereotypes that fall for the lip

I fuckin' hate rockers fuck your rocker shit

Fuck your progressive side sleever tattoos

Oompa Loompa blow me down with a feather

broken dagger bollick

Fizzy

Fizzy

Fizzy

Fizzy