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Computer doesn't work for meI had a Sinclair back in 1983OL2QU, pre-warrantyAnd don't forget he's still up to itThat Steve AlbiniHe's in collusion with Virgin trainsAgainst meI'm a fifty year old manI'm a fifty year old manBut it won't get meGo down Manchester townCan't navigate itThe club scene, manYou can't compare with itOne third of securities countI can't understand thatAgainYou're not real boyI say you're not real boyYou're a gym (teacher)You're a Cancer and I expectA little shitSongtexteI'm a fifty year old manAnd I like itI got a three foot rock hard onBut I'm too busy to use itI'm a fifty year old manI'm a fifty year old manWhat you gonna do about it?I go round a hotelI see "Throw the towel on the floor"On The Green ManI throw it on the floor andI piss in itI'm a fifty year old manAnd I like itI'm trying to...And don't forgetYou try to destroy meYou're in collusion with the trainsDon't try and kid meI'm a fifty year old manGo down to the townCan't navigate itThe club scene, manYou can't get in there(Banjo interlude)(Backing vocals repeat: 50 year old man)I'm a fifty year old manAnd I like itI'm a fifty year old manWhat're you gonna do about it?And don't forget, you tried to destroy meSteve AlbiniYou're in collusion with the trainsDon't try and kid meI'm a fifty year old manAnd I like itI'm a fifty year old manWhat're you gonna do about it?I've got a three foot rock hard onBut I'm too busy to use itI'm a fifty year old manAnd I like itI'm a fifty year old manWhat're you gonna do about it?Go down Manchester townCan't navigate itThe club scene, manYou can't compare with itI'm a fifty year old manAnd I like itI'm a fifty year old manWhat're you gonna do about it?And don't forget he's still up to it(Interlude)An inferior product messAn inferior product manJust over two thirds the priceI'm proud of itI'm proud of itI'm a type of guy who knows what is on CDAnd then they lecture me on turning rubbish outWhile shouting themselves out of existenceIf they care so much, why don't they try eatingsome of those cardboard cut-outs themselvesAnd they stuff the complimentary catering down their neckDo the fifth re-take of their attempt to be scruffyOn a trainAnd go back to counselling and communicatingI'm an inferior product manI'm an inferior product mixThey call me "Bad Head"Don't ever forget itAnd here is the fade outFade outFade out Aus Songtexte Mania