Amateur Transplants - John Barrowman lyrics

It's Nine O'clock on a Saturday And I'm pissed off and going to bed I had planned for a nice TV dinner Now I'm ready to slice off my head 'Cos my telly has eight hundred channels And every damn one is the same Each program I flick to now stars the same prick And the punchline is based on his name Oh da da da di dee da Da da di dee da, da dum Why don't you f** off John Barrowman? You ruin our Saturday night 'Cos no-one likes Torchwood or Dancing On Ice Maria or the Kids are alright