White shirt
Wrap-around black shades
Chauffeur from outta town
I don't need to put you down
Fake gold rings and tattoos
Were hot red and were still sore
I'm working cla** not poor
He's too scared to say the things
He's feeling deep inside
He calls it co*kney pride
I wanna come inside your life
Oh, you're so mean
I wanna come inside your life
Oh, you're so mean
I wanna come inside your life
Oh, you're so mean
Borstal s** never bothered you
Evel knievel sniffing glue
It's what you wanted to do
As for me I'm doing fine
In the gutter with halliwell
It's time to kiss and tell
Sell my story, sell my soul
To a dickhead from the star-4
Who remembers Eddie Shah?
I wanna come inside your life
Oh, you're so mean
I wanna come inside your life
Oh, you're so mean
I wanna come inside your life
Oh, you're so mean