Whiteboy

James

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    Ahahahahahahahahahah
    5 nights no sleep
    My mind's battered
    Stock market freefall
    Dream's shattered
    Lost cause put up a sure winner
    Made a few bob 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 microwave 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
    To old for Hamlet to young for Lear
    Got a shaved head lost weight fakir
    Got a pierced lip, cos it's still hip to be a queer

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    You wanna talk to me whiteboy man
    You wanna talk to me whiteboy boy man
    You wanna talk to me whiteboy man

    Ahahahahahahahahahah

    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
    Wedding bliss, cancer scans
    She's wants family man
    Self-esteem in an old body back
    She said...

    Ahahahahahahahahahah

    You wanna talk to me whiteboy man
    You wanna talk to me whiteboy boy man
    You wanna talk to me whiteboy man

    Song details

    Composition: Tim Booth, Glennie, and Gott

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