[Unintelligible back-and-forths between Kavus and Babba run throughout the song]

[Tim, pre-song and during intro]
Put your guitar on!
Carry on.
What are you doing?
Jim? Jim!

[Verse 1 - Tim Smith, Bob Leith, Kavus Torabi]
Rip open packets and read before using
Up- to- the- stabby, your sanity losing, or something
(Oh fucking hell!) (Come on!)
Hide stabby thing in your hand, it’s amusing
You stab and your sick Uncle Bimbo all oozing

[Chorus]
Everyone’s looking and everyone’s trying their best to see over the top of me
Over and under the weight of the world is too much because everyone laughs at me

[Instrumental - Tim Smith, Kavus Torabi]
(Did a bit with the volume control there... [?])
(Now!)
(Now!)

[Verse 2]
Cut me, I’m bleeding, my artery's severed
Plеase lock me up, don’t you know I desеrve it?
My mummy told me that nurses are smashing
But Babba's an arsehole, he needs a good thrashing!
Twat!
[Chorus]
Everyone’s looking and everyone’s trying their best to see over the top of me
Over and under the weight of the world is too much because everyone laughs at... Jim

[Song ends abruptly; post-song]
Kavus: Leave it alone- he keeps fucking up the frequency of the guitar! -but we slow down, th- 'cos it's up there with the 't-t-t', and-
Tim: The what?
Kavus: -just disables it on the g-string.
Tim: The what?
Kavus: But there i- the, this, 'cos you can hear it when the frequencies-
Babba: [?]
Tim: Shut him up! Shut him up!
Kavus: But- Tim! You s- you were the-
Tim: SHUT HIM UP!
Kavus: You were the one that said it...
[Fade out]