Turning, churning, the lights go up
Burning, churning, what's left with the clip
Got no Irish accents
And no Brooklyn dame
Like Elle Macpherson on a little cat
Turning, and yearning whilst she still cums

She's going them distance
And she's going for speed
And she's all alone running around like that
Stuart Maconie
But she's going them distance
And she's running for speed
And she's all alone walking around like this James Dean Bradfield

Yo!

Running, and lifting like Tony Bennett
Looking and running what's left with the girl and they're haven't got a clue
And they're fucking insane
It's turning and running and churning up the cup
One of them's up the duff and one is alone
Going to Brentwood like nothing wrong

Cos she's going them distance
And she's going for speed
Cos she's all alone running around like this Mary Anne Hobbs
Cos she's going them distance
And she's picking her nose
And her head is caving in, caving in like that Vernon Kay

Eh!

Cos she's going them distance
And she's going for speed
Cos she's going them distance
Running around walking along like that John Peel
Cos she's going them distance
And she's going for speed
Cos she's all alone, running around like that Paula Cole
And she's going them distance
Cos she's going for speed
Cos she's all alone, singing to herself that 'Where Have All The Cowboys Gone'

And I've told ya