[Verse 1]
I was just a kid getting gassy on tour
What a spotless sight for a little eyesore
I'mma feed the crowd to this pack of wild boar
And gave 'em all my organs and still they want more
Walk onstage tell these bitches, 'Bonjour'
Stare at 'em in silence do a triple encore
Oh you want money, is it is it, what for?
This bitch is in my bits, I'mma give her what for
I'm sure you've got a shank hidden in the top drawer
I'm sure you've got a mansion, and it's hidden offshore
Stop winking in the mirror, Monsieur
Why you pissing out your little box for, little kitty?
Too much cash up in this kitty
I swear this rap shit's just getting silly
They want me to hold my tongue in my city... nah
Yeah, so, out to the real ones who stuck with me
Nothing like being this evil in good company
Now we're sitting comfortably (I swear we fucking run this shit)
I exclaim drunkenly
Stormed off angrily
Now I'm fishing for these lobsters out in Tuscany
Screaming 'Someone save me from my lazy life of luxury' (save me)
Doesn't this dirt just suit me wonderfully? (Yes)
I said, 'Doesn't this dirt just suit me wonderfully?' (Yes)
[Bridge]
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la

[Verse 2]
I was just a child getting grubby outside
There's a lot of mud splattered on your butters, brown eyes
Saw the blood spatters on the gutters round mine
I'mma wash it down with a jug of house wine
Caught my reflection in the rioja
Rode the ladder off the roof and descended into the horror
Horror, make me a better offer
Blasting the liquor off of my skin with a pressure washer
Woke up surrounded by witches with crooked lips, I said
'Whose hotel room is this?' They wouldn't snitch, I
Chased them out the Radisson lobby and shook my fist (oi)
With everything I've done it's a wonder I'm looking crisp
My days come in an impressive range of flavours
Turn this sleepy town into a thousand flaming acres (burn it)
Look, kids, we made the papers! (Hey children) Yeah
Look, kids, we made the papers!