Touch Sensitive

Heeeey! hey! hey! hey! Well everyone you meet, In the pubs and on the street Is touch sensitive. Don't frown and you're a creep If you smile you're a liar If you don't say it's bitter cold You're drunken, too. {Hey! hey! hey! hey! ... hey! hey! hey! hey!} They say what about the money? But I think that I'm industry [in the street? ] I think they've got a bloody cheeck. I'm livin' in a pawnshop weekly [In delia's] What don't want a little kip Yeah! {They're touch sensitive.} {Hey! hey! hey! hey!) Touch sensitive Old people worry about the milk But in the street they call you filth. Houses line up Volume tremors Pass down your barber till your carrot speaks Stand back and laugh. You are burstin' for a pee So you go behind a tree Two coppers followed safe That as will be the end The best thing is to stay home And have a wank.