This style is identical to none, the style is identical Go delve elsewhere, more mature, course Go delve, delve elsewhere, hex, git
Stop clogging my system up, go elsewhere British new found voyeur Can’t even point a film camera straight, or get a telephone number correct Get the girl, you can’t, you’re a crusty stick-up
You pep! You pep! You pep!
I don’t wanna go to work anymore I don’t wanna go to work on my bike in the rain I got a part in Soldier Soldier
I don’t wanna go to work No more toast grilled on the heater No more A&R girls and having to meet her My personage You pep!
It writes everywhere What I wear, what I wear I have to check that out Stick my Parker pen under my ear ‘Neath my own careful scruffed-up hair Hang on, he lives in the same house as me Bass player
You pep! You pep!
The tug of war, like other musical groups, Shouldn’t put it here, Sung Mungo Jerry, not Sleeper
You had the best summer and now it's wearing off No more excuses for traitorism to the old Cold dark winter on the seventeenth of December
Light User Syndrome
I don't want to go back anymore I don't wanna go to work in the rain No more toast grilled on the heater No more of that A&R girl, and having to meet her My personage it writes everywhere
You pep! You pep! You pep!
And I stick my Parker pen under my ear Beneath my own carefully scruffed hair What I wear, have to check out of Moody's lair Hang on!
Hang on, leaves your bad house with me You pep! Into the room of the bass player You pep! Why won't you go upstairs? You pep! You pep! You pep! You pep!
Don't think he don't get in slippy North old-hamptonshire I believe there's a new drug out It's called speed, I wrote a song about it Conceptually a la Bowie But it's been lost in the bowels of the record company by our manager You pep!
So instead our new 45 is "Girlies" You pep! And eyes on brown-tonguer Yours, brattingly Everyone says "please" Anyway is a waste of life Wait to say it in Lancashire You pep! You pep! You pep! You pep! You pep! You pep! you pep!
You had the best summer (you pep!) and now it's wearing off (you pep!) No more excuses (you pep!) for traitorism
