Whiteboy

Ahahahahahahahahahah
5 nights no sleep
My mind's battered
Stock market freefall
Dream's shattered
Lost cause put up a sure winner
Made a few bob a new job
As a serial killer

You wanna talk to me whiteboy man
You wanna talk to me whiteboy boy man
You wanna talk to me whiteboy man

Every night microwave 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
To old for Hamlet to young for Lear
Got a shaved head lost weight fakir
Got a pierced lip, cos it's still hip to be a queer

You wanna talk to me whiteboy man
You wanna talk to me whiteboy boy man
You wanna talk to me whiteboy man

Ahahahahahahahahahah

I'm all mashed up
Mum's droning on and on
And on and on
And I'm all mashed up
Mum's 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
Wedding bliss, cancer scans
She's wants family man
Self-esteem in an old body back
She said...

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You wanna talk to me whiteboy man
You wanna talk to me whiteboy boy man
You wanna talk to me whiteboy man