You Could Get Hit By a Bus Tomorrow

Well the powers that be, are getting to me They're telling me how I should behave Don't drink so much, no, you can't eat that Everything I enjoy takes me closer to the grave Well I don't hold for all this gubbins I'm gonna tell you how to live Here's my advice, just don't think twice If it feels reet good, then it probably is You can eat what you like You can drink what you like You can even have a ciggie at a push Don't let them tell you what to do Phone for another pizza, and gerrit down yer mush, (because) Life's too short to worry yourself Don't live your life in sorrow You can have another drink, it wont do you any harm You could get hit by a bus tomorrow When I read how much I should drink every week It gives me a terrible fright 21 units in seven days? I drink that each and every night! Forget about yer guidelines, drink what you want It won't kill you, its only ruddy beer I get through more units in a day Than the bloke on the till at Ikea You can eat what you like You can drink what you like You can even have a ciggie at a push Don't let them tell you what to do Phone for another pizza, and gerrit down yer mush, (because) Life's too short to worry yourself Don't live your life in sorrow You can have another drink, it won't do you any harm You could get hit by a bus tomorrow Have you seen these labels they're putting on your food It really beggars belief If you polish off a pipe of Pringles by yourself You'll get told off by Gillian McKeith They put traffic lights on what I buy from the shops I see 'em on me food every night They say you should be eating 'Green For Go' I say, if it tastes good, run a red light! You can eat what you like You can drink what you like You can even have a ciggie at a push Don't let them tell you what to do Phone for another pizza, and gerrit down yer mush, (because) Life's too short to worry yourself Don't live your life in sorrow You can have another drink, it won't do you any harm You could get hit by a bus tomorrow Well I've got no savings I've not no pension The government's got me on me knees I've given all my money to just two men They're called Joseph Holts and John Willie Lees But I'm not thinking too far ahead Who knows what the future's got in store I'll have no money for me ale next week But I have tonight, so I'll have one more! You can eat what you like You can drink what you like You can even have a ciggie at a push Don't let them tell you what to do Phone for another pizza, and gerrit down yer mush, (because) Life's too short to worry yourself Don't live your life in sorrow You can have another drink, and another ruddy drink You could get hit by a bus tomorrow