You there, yes you with the plastic hat
Why won't you listen to my knowlege?
You're puffing a fag and you're morbidly fat
You say I'm a posh bird from college

That's where you're wrong Mr Builder Man
I'm a worker like you, that's right
I'm trying to help you, to tell you my plan
That would stop you dropping dead by tonight

Unlike you I'm not a thick little peasant
I've got wisdom far beyond my years
You kicked my bike now that's not very pleasant
I hope that you DIE from the fags and the beers!