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What the fuck are you on about, man Shut the fuck up Peter Peter Peter Tough shit Nothing you can do about the fact that Me and your ex got with it She's fit, I'm fit I'm Brad Pitt I drop don clones clothes on sharp bones A masterpiece Every bird's idea of a classic English rose Seems to me that if you rock the boat They pull out the knives Makes me wonder what the fuck people do with their lives Bad reputations, they're all the same Real people penalized by faceless twats in tin boxes Screaming, "I can't change lanes" Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter G-Star no tar A Diesel destiny Now you see it, now you don't I, Robot you're part of yesterday You got a woman's walk, Peter You got a woman's talk, Peter You're a welcome mat You're an ugly man You got a boat race That defo hasn't gone to plan Down syndrome chops With an haircut that looks like a nervous breakdown Lost the plot You lost the plot, wanker You lost the plot, you cuddly piece of piss Don't shave off any more of your boss's sniff Your 18-year-old bird ain't gonna be too impressed Imagine getting shagged by you on that coke angle, grunting Aw, fuck that And a spring-summer '07 fitted G-Star vest Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Keep your fucking nose out You think it's happy days for me? You think we've got things worked out? I just met someone Fuck knows, I don't know if it's gonna work out Fuck are you on about, Peter Have you been for a poo-poo, Peter Have you been for a poo-poo Have you been for a poo-poo, Peter Have you been for a poo-poo Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter Oi!