Heeeey! Hey! Hey! Hey! 



Well everyone you meet,

In the pubs and on the street

Is touch sensitive. 



Don't frown and you're a creep

If you smile you're a liar

If you don't say "It's bitter cold"

You're drunken, too. 



{Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! .... Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!} 



They say what about the money?

But I think that I'm industry [in the street?]

I think they've got a bloody cheeck.

I'm livin' in a pawnshop weekly

[In Delia's]

What don't want a little kip 



Yeah! 



{They're touch sensitive.} 



{Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) 



Touch sensitive

Old people worry about the milk

But in the street they call you filth.





Houses line up 

Volume tremors

Pass down your barber till your carrot speaks

Stand back and laugh.

You are burstin' for a pee 





So you go behind a tree

Two coppers followed safe

That as will be the end

The best thing is to stay home

And have a wank.