作词 : Jason Williamson
 作曲 : Andrew Fearn
The cunt with the gut and the Buzz Lightyear haircut
Callin' all the workers plebs
You better think about the future
You'd better think about ya neck
Y'better think about the shit hairdo ya got mate
I work my dreams off for two bits of ravioli and a warm bottle of Smirnoff
Under a manager that doesn't have a ****ing clue
Do you want me to tell you what I think about you cunt?
I don't think that's a very good idea, do you?
Y'pot marked four-eyed shit fitted shirt white Converse and a taste for young girls
Don't send me home with a glint in my eye
I told my family about the ****in' wage rise and got ****ed on
Devoured, puked on and sucked up, ya ****in' fly
Y'suction on your fly feet kept me pinned to the blinds
Whilst y'PA rattled out emails
Workstation
Forced to engage in flirtatious conversation

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Well just to keep the job
Just to keep ****-all from turning into a ****in' nothin' blob
Bang it out
Go on, tell me what you really think
You got no chin - and you got no balls to chin 'em with
Glass panels separate you
The mid-price handwash from the bin of used public toilet paper towels
We've run foul of the hidden hatred that festers in dogs like you
Tripwire
Talk that makes way for the vacuum y'piece of ****in' shit
One on

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Use a 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 ****in' hate rockers **** your rocker shit
**** your progressive side sleever tattoos
Oompa Loompa blow me down with a feather
Broken dagger bollick

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