Rebecca

Look around my field, it fills me up with rage

My brain is a rat, spinning in a cage

You killed my sheep, and my chickens too

Skirt up, hat on: we're coming for you!

The cows don't milk and the cock don't crow

My wife don't speak to me - she feels so low

You drink so much port your face is blue

Skirt up, hat on: we're coming for you

Rebecca! Rebecca!

WOAH!

Get out of my way, we're guerilla style

Increasing your costs will only make me smile

Shut up your gates; I'll kick and smash them through

Skirt up, hat on: we're coming for you!

Batten down your hatches I won't let you rest

Wearing this skirt makes me feel the best

I get all ippy-dippy being part of this crew

Skirt up, hat on, we're coming for you!

Rebecca! Rebecca! Woo!