I feel a chill, I fear I might be catching cold. It makes me ill to pass by beggars in the road!
Those stupid clothes of yours I'd not be seen dead in. The rags you're wearing would look better in the bin.
Here! What you staring at?! A sight we wouldn't pick! And what d'you mean by that? You make us feel sick!
To look at you you'd think you owned the street And the ground beneath my feet. All the air as well!
So take your face away and let me through If you know what's good for you. You can go to...!
I'm snugly wrapped up in my cloak - it's all the rage! It cost ten times what we earn for a weekly wage!
We go to parties then a carriage brings us back. You'd better shut up or you're gonna get a smack!
You never wash your hair! You never use a comb! And frankly we don't care. So just ... off home!
To look at you you'd think you owned the street And the ground beneath my feet. All the air as well!
So take your face away and let me through If you know what's good for you. You can go to...!
To look at you you'd think you owned the street And the ground beneath my feet. All the air as well!
So take your face away and let me through If you know what's good for you. You can go to HELL!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
