Yeah

Superman sweatshirt on

Christmas Eve was the best one

With brown wood TV, rockery

Steam from the pot and the drinks

You can't put one out

Even when your heart hangs like a loose stool that won't drop

Even the threat of a bone rubbing stroke won't make you stop

In the shed

What chance does the kids you have had?

Just piss artists like you and dad

Just hopeless cogs in the town that snogs itself

Love bites and chips and cheese and top shelf

I, Claudius

ITV at noon

Adam Ant

And sticks on disco bits

I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips

I, Claudius

ITV at noon

Adam Ant

And sticks on disco bits

I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips

Does he eat, Dad?

Dad?

Does he eat?

Dad?

The silent enemy lurks

Looks trustworthy, but when the guard's down, it will sing

What's fucking wrong with loving ya country?

Everything!

The silent enemy that hangs like nets

And tries to catch you so it can eat ya

A bit o' din din

You can't trust these bastards

They won't throw you back in

You know that garden you had done?

With tight roads

How did they park up?

How did they unload ?

You know that digger you bought?

You know that lorry you load?

How did you park up?

How did you unload ?

Ah, fuck!

Panic code

You never forget them digits

You never let go

Ah, fuck!

Panic code

You never put it down like a bucket

'Ere, can you hold my bum and fuck it while I get my cock out?

I, Claudius

ITV at noon

Adam Ant

And sticks on disco bits

I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips

I, Claudius

ITV at noon

Adam Ant

And sticks on disco bits

I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips

Palm Angels loser

You don't talk about me

I had a rough ride gettin' 'ere

I had a real journey

I got vrooms like a kid's car garage

Loads of stops you wanna pop by

I'll fuckin' fill ya up

Shut up!

Palm Angels loser

You don't talk about me

I had a rough ride gettin' 'ere

I had a real journey

I got vrooms like a kid's car garage

Loads of stops you wanna pop by

I'll fuckin' fill ya up

Shut up!