Heeeey! hey! hey! hey!
Well everyone you meet,
In the pubs and on the street
Is touch sensitive.
Don't frown and you're a creep
If you smile you're a liar
If you don't say "it's bitter cold"
You're drunken, too.
{hey! hey! hey! hey! .... hey! hey! hey! hey!}
They say what about the money?
But i think that i'm industry [in the street?]
I think they've got a bloody cheeck.
I'm livin' in a pawnshop weekly
[in delia's]
What don't want a little kip
Yeah!
{they're touch sensitive.}
{hey! hey! hey! hey!)
Touch sensitive
Old people worry about the milk
But in the street they call you filth.
Houses line up
Volume tremors
Pa** down your barber till your carrot speaks
Stand back and laugh.
You are burstin' for a pee
So you go behind a tree
Two coppers followed safe
That as will be the end
The best thing is to stay home
And have a wa*k.