Now you’ve gone and had your cake and ate it
I guess you’ve really had your fill, now here’s the bill
I hope that you can settle it
Otherwise you will face the music, in the pit
Good luck, you’re gonna need it - loads of it
 
I’ve been waiting for my golden moment
Say I have to pay my dues, no time to lose
Rub me down with a wooden towel
Send me home past the weeping cross, crying now
But I piss more than I drink - mmm, and how
 
I was born beneath a ten-cent two-cent planet
Never to be worth a note, that’s all she wrote
Just a wily wordpecker from way down south
Tongue enough for two sets of teeth, and a river mouth
Add a black eye to that bottle - and rip them out