Whiteboy - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Five nights, no sleep, my minds battered

Stock market freefall, dreams shattered

Lost cause, pulled up a sure winner

Made a few bob in a new job as a serial killer

You wanna talk to me white boy man

You wanna talk to me white boy, boy man

You wanna talk to me white boy man

Every night microwaved TV dinners

Mobile phones make her brain shimmer

Don't say the c word she got the all clear

That jokes bad taste and so dog eared

My mum says I look like Yul Brynner

Too old for Hamlet . Too young for Lear

Got a shaved head lost weight fakir

Got a pierced nip cos it's still hip to appear queer

You wanna talk to me white boy man

You wanna talk to me white boy, boy man

You wanna talk to me white boy man

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

And I'm all mashed up

Mums droning on and on and on and on

And I'm all mashed up

Mums droning on and on and on and on

She wants this she wants that

She wants bling she wants tat

She wants creams that can cover the cracks

Wedded bliss

Cancer scans

She wants family man

Self esteem

And her old body back

She says...

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

You wanna talk to me white boy man

You wanna talk to me white boy, boy man

You wanna talk to me white boy man