Robbie Williams

The Brits
Well that Brits night was so fucking boring Past the days of yes, yes, Charlene Coke in the bogs till seven in the morning Look the wrong way and we end up brawling When I had a bit of beef with you know who And I fucked a few female stars or two Nearly everything I said I'd end getting screwed Spitting at the paps, looking rude in the news Oh yes, you're still rocking with the best Second person in my year to have touched a breast I'm nearly forty now and I'm still impressed Here's the midlife crisis I guess Oh, I recall taking in the wonder of it all I'm still looking for an answer through the looking grass Still not concentrating at the back of the class No thanks, Sir, this one's for you It's like a VD clinic: only pricks are in it So fucking dull and professional and timid To be frank, Sir, I prefer this showbiz chancer I still want to get laid by you, right Now I know I've got fat, but make no mistake Every million that I make they bake me a cake So I've got plenty, a hundred and twenty Wear clothes of tweed like Amanda Gentry SongtexteI still want to get you naked I'll see you in the summer, so glad you could make it I'll be that mega white thing, fast as lightning A Knebworth shape but twice as frightening If they can't be bothered then I promise you this If they won't entertain you then I'll do my fucking best Still looking for an answer through the looking grass Still not concentrating at the back of the class No thanks, Sir, this one's for you It's like a VD clinic: only pricks are in it So fucking corporate and professional and timid To be frank, Sir, I prefer this showbiz chancer I still want to get laid by you Would you let me lay you down right here? Would you let me live? Still looking for an answer through the looking grass Still not concentrating at the back of the class No thanks, Sir, this one's for you It's like a VD clinic: only pricks are in it So fucking dull and professional and timid To be frank, Sir, I prefer this showbiz chancer I'm still looking for an answer through the looking grass Still not concentrating at the back of the class No thanks, Sir, this one's for you Its like a VD clinic: only pricks are in it So fucking corporate and professional and timid To be frank, Sir, I prefer this showbiz chancer Aus Songtexte Mania