The Fall - Behind The Counter lyrics

They're always hitting on me But i'm getting thin From waiting on They just want me to be Behind the counter The hen centre Was always picking on me There they are tucking in all over shop Got no time For dinner or tea Behind the counter Every car i see Is always picking on me They take a left turn when i cross, guaranteed They park on the pavement Some have paid parks on the pavement Here I say "wait sir, wait sir, You'd better wait sir" Guaranteed I'm getting thin From idiots who write rock books Disparate Ex-groups cold would've played this "for nose pin and the punk piggies Didn't quite make it," they say Get behind the counter The other side of the counter Chill it, boy The other side of the counter