I'm filthy, I'm hungry
I'm fed up to the teeth
I'm very revolutionary
I haven't washed in weeks
You've seen me dancing topless
And kipping on the beach
I'm so bloody normal
Yet I'm one of nature's freaksI think it would do more good to try
And understand the other guy
In the soft, grey squeeze
As they mind the doors
Like a sacrifice for the minotaur
All together in the Blood Rush Hour!
C'mon fish-face, you got the power!Then I went and got busted (yay)
They say I'm maladjusted (he's a fool)
I never can be trusted
By anybody anymore, yay yay yay
I got busted (yay)
My own mother was disgusted (she's a fool)
I got busted
(By the Law)"'ello, 'ello, what's all this here?
I'll trim your wellingtons for you my dear."
I proceeded to plod at a porcupine pace
When I spotted the accused and decided to give chase
He blotted his copy book straight away
'Cause as soon as he saw me, whoops, 'e was away
Running like a rabbit, or a frisky poodle
Blowing his trousers like a bugle
Songwriters
Innes, Neil / Stanshall, VivianPublished by
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