Look, here comes another man with another sorry story to tell

And you can bet he'll tell me all about the time he fell from Heaven to Hell

Well, I don't wanna listen but he tells me all the same

This altruistic culture ...

Leave me alone, you're not a dog, I'm not a bone

But you're gonna bury me with your total misery


And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill

... if I will or I won't, if I do or I don't

Nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure

I am getting desperate as I am getting poor


Look, here comes another drunk with a face longer than bin Laden's

And he has drunk so much alochol he can no longer get a hard-on

Not that he'd ever get a chance to use it

Women are intelligent and he is stupid

Lost and lonely he will remain, no amount of alcohol will wash his misery away


And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill

... if I will or I won't, if I do or I don't

Nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure

I am getting desperate as I am getting poor


All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up

With their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers

All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up

I think they're killing me with their grim reality


Well, a thirty-three year-old grandma comes up to me and says,

"My family's gonna take over this council estate

If we keep on giving birth at this rate

I could've been a great-great-great-grandma by the age of seventy-five

And I will be clad in Burberry, I don't care if I'm dead or alive,

I don't care if I'm dead or alive."


All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up

With their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers

All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up

I think they're killing me with their grim reality

All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up

A lot is going wrong, you'd better sing along

All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up

(You fucked up fuck ups!)