[Verse 1]
Well, Rosie hits the Burlington arcade
And she hits it with every penny she has ever saved
And I think she was prettier before
She was raped by up-market department stores
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So as she looks down her nose
At my excuse for clothes
I'll sing
Oh, the irony
Mm, the irony
[Verse 2]
And her boyfriend's from the same school of thought
And he wears with pride a status from a sports-shop board
And they think they've more cla** than me
And they're blinded by a fashion's ideology
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So as they look down their nose
At my excuse for clothes
I'll sing
Oh, the irony
Mm, the irony
[Verse 3]
And you people talking through my set
Well, if you don't like my songs
Show me some f**ing etiquette
Because you're here to see a show
And it might be really good and then you'd never know
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So as you look down your nose
And say "this guy blows"
I'll sing
Oh, the irony
Mm, the irony