Dirty Mags - Blueboy

White shirt

Wrap-around black shades

Chauffeur from outta town

I don’t need to put you down

Fake gold rings and tattoos

Were hot red and were still sore

I’m working class not poor

He’s too scared to say the things

He’s feeling deep inside

He calls it cockney pride

I wanna come inside your life

Oh, you’re so mean

I wanna come inside your life

Oh, you’re so mean

I wanna come inside your life

Oh, you’re so mean

Borstal sex never bothered you

Evel knievel sniffing glue

It’s what you wanted to do

As for me I’m doing fine

In the gutter with halliwell

It’s time to kiss and tell

Sell my story, sell my soul

To a dickhead from the star-4

Who remembers Eddie Shah?

I wanna come inside your life

Oh, you’re so mean

I wanna come inside your life

Oh, you’re so mean

I wanna come inside your life

Oh, you’re so mean