Full Fat

It's hard to see the light

When the 'fridge door is closed

Tiptoe down the hall, open the door

And find out that God is a small sausage roll

I fall and I crawl and I break

And I'ma dreaming of Avril Lavigne

Oh, Devil eyes, short skirt, thighs

And I'm on my knees again

Santa Claus is green

He's not caffeine-free

You want full-fat

Fill that limousine

I got no cash card, no car, no money

And adverts don't tell me what I need

He's green

He's not caffeine-free

You want full-fat

Fill that limousine

I got no cash card, no car, no money

Yeah

Don't read directly into the sun

And the Skybox is rotting your brain

They maintain your integrity for you, oh

Nothing more that you can do

Sometimes I find I don't mind though my mind is naturally mananah

Turn off the TV so I read a book about television

I butter my shoes, my comb, my hat and try to leave the house

But it's all too much 'cause the grass is too green

So I run back inside and I turn on the screen

He's green

He's not caffeine-free

You want full-fat

Fill that limousine

I got no cash card, no car, no money

And adverts don't tell me what I need

He's green

He's not caffeine-free

You want full-fat

Fill that limousine

I got no cash card, no car, no money

Yeah

Santa Claus is green

He's not caffeine-free

You want full-fat

Fill that limousine

I got no cash card, no car, no money

And adverts don't tell me what I need

He's green

He's not caffeine-free

You want full-fat

Fill that limousine

I got no cash card, no car, no money

And adverts don't tell me what I need

He's green

He's not caffeine-free

You want full-fat

Fill that limousine

I got no cash card, no car, no money

Yeah