They're always hitting on meBut I'm getting thinFrom
waiting onThey just want me to beBehind the counterThe
hen centreWas always picking on meThere they are tucking
in all over shopGot no timeFor dinner or teaBehind
the counterEvery car I seeIs always picking on meThey
take a left turn when I cross,
guaranteedThey park on the pavementSome have paid parks
on the pavementHereI say wait sir,
wait sir,You'd better wait sirGuaranteedI'm getting
thinFrom idiots who write rock booksDisparateEx-groups
cold would've played thisFor nose pin and the punk
piggiesDidn't quite make it,
they sayGet behind the counterThe other side of the
counterChill it, boyThe other side of the counter