Do I annoy you?
Do I vibrate in your mind?
Am I too shouty?
Am I too bouncy?
Do you want me to die?

Do I talk shit here?
Do I instill fear?
Make your radio cry?
Why don't you punch me?
You can if you catch me
And I'd like to see you try!

I taste just like grape jelly
And these words don't make sense
This song is microwave-ready
It's not good for your health

I could be drowned, I could be screwed
You could be violent and try
To really hurt me, cut out my tongue
Post it anywhere you like

I'll only keep moving
I'll never stop grooving
I'll make you mad to the core
You'd better like me 'cause if you don't like me
I'll just keep singing more

Just a crispy pork belly
What does that even mean?
My radio play is quite steady
This song was made by machines

I could be cleaned
Buy a new screen
My internal process is flawed
There's a wire split
A short circuit
In my mother board

I'm losing connection
Got an erection
It's an electrical fire
Oh! Put it out!
Jump, jump
Jump, Britain
Jump up and down
Porridge!
Bananas!
Boris Johnson!