I guess I'm all shite
I guess I'm all shite
If you lose your Mac
You will lose your IMac
Can't see no reason
Like Jello Biafra
What with the next song that's going up

And nothing we can do
Oh, oh, oh, ah yeah
Ain't nothing we can do
Oh, oh, oh, ah yeah

I guess I'm all shite
I guess I'm all shite
You're doing a rude sign
If you do it again
You'll be a child again
Can't see no treason
Why do you do that
And you should stop now, you're 22 now

Ain't nothing we can see
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah
Sing nothing we can sing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah

Out to see and tell me
What we're came here for
It's the more they do and
More that they can do
It's the more they say and much
More that Russell Crowe can do
Throwing a phone
It's where that I can go, go, Jo
It's where that we can no, oh, ho

I guess I'm from Leeds
Yes, I'm from Leeds
If we lose the sky
We will lose the sky
Can't see no biting
On a football player
And if you support spurs, I'm going home

Ain't nothing you can do
Oh, oh, oh, ah, oh, ah, ah
Ain't nothing you can see
Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah
Ain't nothing you can do
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, oh, ah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, oh