Five nights, no sleep, my mind's battered

Stock markets free fall, dreams shattered

Lost cause, pulled up, a sure winner

Made a few bob, in a new job as a serial killer You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man

You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, boy, man

You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man Every night microwaved, TV dinners

Mobile phones make her brain shimmer

Don't say the c word she got the all clear

That jokes bad taste and so dog eared My mum says I look like Yul Brynner

Too old for Hamlet, too young for Lear

Got a shaved head, lost weight, fakir

Got a pierced lip 'cause it's still hip to appear queer You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man

You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, boy, man

You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man And I'm all mashed up

Mum's droning on and on, and on, and on

And I'm all mashed up

Mum's droning on and on, and on, and on She wants this, she wants that

She wants bling, she wants tat

She wants creams that can cover the cracks Wedded bliss, cancer scans

She wants family man

Self esteem and her old body back

She says You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man

You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, boy, man

You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man