The cunt with the gut and the Buzz Lightyear haircut Callin all the workers plebs You better think about the future You better think about your neck You better think about the shit hairdo you got mate I work my dreams off for two bits of ravioli And a warm bottle of Smirnoff Under a manager that doesnt have a fuckin clue Do you want me to tell you what I think about you, cunt? I dont think thats a very good ideado you? You pockmarked foureyed shitfitted shirt, white Converse And a taste for young girls Dont send me home with a glint in my eye I told my family about the fuckin wage rise And got fucked on Devoured Puked on And sucked up You fuckin fly The suction on your fly feet Kept me pinned to the blinds Whilst your PA rattled out emails Workstation, forced to engage in flirtatious conversation Fizzy Fizzy Fizzy Well just to keep the job Just to keep fuck all from turning into a fuckin nothin blob Bang it out go on tell me what you really think You got no chin an you got no balls to chin em with Glass panels separate you The midprice handwash from the bin of used Public toilet paper towels Weve run foul of the hidden hatred That festers in dogs like you Tripwire taut that makes way for the vacuum Ya piece of fuckin shit Alright? Fizzy Fizzy Fizzy Use the sheet of promise and the red shoes of Dorothy Blanked out on the bed of thick monotony With the usual stereotypes that fall for the lip I fuckin hate rockers fuck your rocker shit Fuck your progressive side, sleeve of tattoos Oompa Loompa blow me down with a feather Cloak and dagger bollocks Fizzy Fizzy Fizzy Ahhhh!!
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