Lyrics

I want you to know
that if I won the lottery, I'd keep it to myself. Do you want a slice of my mind? Come and get me with your knife what to say what to do whats the problem with you? What a way to spend the day and I dont wanna be your punch bag anymore. Don't care what simple simon says. I don't wanna be your punchbag anymore.

Put you hands on your hips and get your tits out for the lads on a saturday night. Have a beer, drive the care and start a fight. What to say what to see what's the problem with me?

I flew above the world today and I saw a rock star at wembley.