Same shit day in, day out Makes me wanna scream, makes me wanna shout 1995 and 1994 What a waste of time, what a fucking bore William Hill is fucking skill Betting on the dogs down Gipsy Hill The Paxton, the Dog - they’re my kind of pub The Gipsy Rose café where we eat our grub Spent all day in the fucking pub Cos I’m a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, cunt Pissed my giro up the wall Cos I’m a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, cunt [x2] Rave on, shit song, every fucking one Give it up? No, give it some, son ’93 and 1992 I lost those years while sniffing glue Spent all day in the fucking pub Cos I’m a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, cunt Pissed my giro up the wall Cos I’m a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, cunt [x2] Spent all day in the fucking pub Cos I’m a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, cunt Pissed my giro up the wall Cos I’m a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, cunt [x2]