Wah
Oh
Hanging about down the market street
I spent a lot of time on my feet
When I saw some passing yabbos
We did chance to speak
I knew how to sing
All the young punks
Laugh your life
Cos there ain't much to cry for
All the young cunts
Live it now
Cos there ain't much to die for
Everybody wants to bum
You gotta drag yourself to work
Drag yourself to sleep
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week