I'll never dance with a sycohpant I'd rather entertain disdain From someone who I love At least you know where you stand You'll never understand
Keep your eyes on your own work son Do your homework son We will never be undone We're like a father and a son We will never be undone
I'll ask you...
Are my clothes alright? Is my hair alright? You can say what you want cos it's what we like We are judged on every single thing we do We could not care less, cos we are us not you.
You say you're clued up I think you're glued up You're seen everywhere in town But you're never with a friend You know everybody's name You're the king of pretend
The proof's in the pudding, and the gigs You've not even been to Woolworths to buy your mix You flirt with the weather, a kneeling knave Billy Shakespeare would be spinning in his grave
Are my clothes alright? Is my hair alright? You can say what you want cos it's what we like We are judged on every single thing we do I could not give one cos we are us not you.
You say you're clued up I think you're glued up You're seen everywhere in town But you're never with a friend You know everybody's name You're the king of pretend
Are my clothes alright? Is my hair alright? You can what you want cos it's what we like We are judged on every single thing we do We could not care less cos we are us not you
Are my clothes alright? Is my hair alright? You can say what you want, thank you and goodnight We are judged on every single thing we do We could not care less cos we are us not you
You say you're clued up I think you're glued up You're seen everywhere in town But you're never with a friend You know everybody's name You're the king of pretend
You love to dance, you're a sycophant How do you sleep? how do you get up? Get fuckedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
