Raise a glass now To the person Who invented the word called scum
He was clever Never foolish And he knew where you came from
You’re a bumbag And a vexer And you never let your standards slip
Cause your standards Are so low-down Like the pavement you find when you trip
But I won’t trip over Look over my shoulder You won’t get the better of me The credit you owe me Respect you don’t show me All makes the better for me
You look so good from afar But you’re just a bumbag Yes, you are
You’re a parasite You’re a virus You only ever make mistakes
Like a leper Or a tapeworm You only ever seem to take
Now you’re livin’ With your language And everyone’s avoiding you
Ask for money Ask for cigarettes But it’s all you ever seem to do
But I won’t trip over Look over my shoulder You won’t get the better of me The credit you owe me Respect you don’t show me All makes the better for me
You look so good from afar But you’re just a bumbag Yes, you are
All my friend’s heads Seem to go down Whenever you decide to turn up
Feel so sorry For your parents When they see your face, they must spew up
You’re the black sheep You’re the distance You should keep your wits about you in town
Because one day It could kill you And your body never will be foundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
