Go for a walk

Get a big stick

Wiggle it about

Slide down the banister, ay caramba

I've got a sister on the Dean’s list

She doesn't fuck about

I'm top set

Brain rotting from the bottom

Mummy lets her toenails get too long

And daddy chops ‘em

It’s all death

No love

I'm not feeling it

If you can cut your own lawn

Why'd you need a bloke round doing it?

I'm not feeling it

I'm gonna be famous

I'm gonna be massive

Like Wreck It Ralph

Just watch him clean it up

I'm not feeling it

I'm not feeling it

I’ve been to France with this shit

I did it with a pair of shit shoes on

Wondering where the fuck’s my fucking blues gone

Excuses for a new song

Just put the news on

I dig a hole

Stick my head in it

Avoid thе topic like there's shit stains on it

I’m not feeling it