It's not hot
How all your singing's monotonous and however I try it won't stop
And it's not hot
How you fit all of these syllables into this one line just non stop
I used to think that you were smart
But you're all just a bunch of tarts
'Cos just ten minutes after I heard your first record I already burnt the HMV down

So what? You wrote a new track
Hopin' I'll stick it in my CD rack
Trouble is the songs you sing they ain't worth Jack
'Cos they are all a bunch of cack
And so what? I want my money back
Spend it at McDonalds on a Big Mac
I just think your singing style's just so wack
So I'm making fun of it for the crack

You make me wanna shoot my radio when you're on,
Get a new one; by then you'll be gone
Stop your track before it starts
'Cos you're annoying tarts, annoying tarts
You make me chuck my tape deck out the window
Smash up my player and my radio
'Cos you're annoying tarts: annoying him annoying her
Annoying me and can't you see you're just tarts

It's not hot
How you releas a few records and then realise that's all you got
And it's not hot
How you think that you've done more than you have and this isn't all the whole lot
You simply think that you're the best
I think you should give it a rest
'Cos the entire wrld thinks that you're all losers who never ever got anywhere far

Rpt Bridge & Chorous

When you're on Radio 1
Annoying me
When you're on television
Annoying me
Everywhere I run
Annoying me
Annoying me
Annoying me



Rpt chorous until fade