Rebecca

Look around my field, it fills me up with rage My brain is a rat, spinning in a cage You killed my sheep, and my chickens too Skirt up, hat on: we're coming for you! The cows don't milk and the cock don't crow My wife don't speak to me - she feels so low You drink so much port your face is blue Skirt up, hat on: we're coming for you Rebecca! Rebecca! WOAH! Get out of my way, we're guerilla style Increasing your costs will only make me smile Shut up your gates; I'll kick and smash them through Skirt up, hat on: we're coming for you! Batten down your hatches I won't let you rest Wearing this skirt makes me feel the best I get all ippy-dippy being part of this crew Skirt up, hat on, we're coming for you! Rebecca! Rebecca! Woo!