Workin in the chainstore Flip flop, blah blah Workin in the chainstore Pockets full of blood Pockets full of blood Pockets full of blood Pockets full of blood Pockets full of blood Pockets full of blood Pockets full of blood Pockets full of blood Pockets full of blood Pockets full of blood Theyre bloody pockets, mate The pretty Miss Titty She works in the city Whiter than whiter She gets her typewriter Men catch her later They dont love or hate her They just masturbate her potater Well, big bad businessman Have you any love? Big bad businessman Have you any love? Old Mother Hubbard Making tea in her cupboard She drinks to her only And feels rather lonely Millie Molly had the maid Lying naked in the shade Shes been making it With old Father Time Well, big bad businessman Have you any love? Big bad businessman Have you any love? It is night It is not night Im happy Im not happy Im sad Im not sad [?] [French Lyrics] You gotta prove youre a millionaire They search you for thoughts and they measure your hair The clothes you wear, who knows you there The pretty Miss Titty She works in the city Whiter than whiter She gets her typewriter Men catch her later They dont love or hate her They just masturbate her potater Well, big bad businessman Have you any love? Big bad businessman Have you any love? Big bad businessman Have you any love? Big bad businessman Have you any love?
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