Getting Tudor big, do Gucci sell a girdle?

Born rover

Been all over

Ballyogan to Angola

Ballyroan, to the thrones of Ayatollahs

Moaning on, another dole bore

Know that because I told ya

Droning, I dole it out

Everyone owes scores

Everyone knows the score, scornful

Leave your family mournful

I let them drown, enjoy the sound

I’m a ruthless roman deep down

Can’t suffer clowns, getting deep now

Beneath the make-up consistent frown

Sisyphus I love the rock, it’s going down

Like the price so we hit the town

Scoop it all up while the place’s drowned

White as plaice, then go to ground

Until the price spike sees a hike

Then we’ll return, sellers on bikes