I know where you want me to
Next to where we are tomorrow night
I can see the breath i feel (i feel, I feel)
I know where you're going to be
you're the Essex girl smiling at me
I hope Billy Bragg wont be doing that shite
(you're the one i fucking want)
Holy Christmas shite

I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside

Mothercare and Jeremy Clarkson talk absolute pussy

I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside

I sing a beating and i write lyrics down on you (huh)

I think we're a bit old for that now
Writing silly lyrics and sniffing glue
watching all the actions on Japanese telly
(i see, you see)
I have got Steve Buscemi coming round tonight
I know his films are complete trousers
Rhyming and dining is the way we do it
cos i was so fucking crap at it

Holidays in Cambodia for you and me

I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside

Essex, make some fucking noise

I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside

Duluth, rescue me from all your tribes

I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside

Metals are the best in the damn world

I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside
I got a underpants inside

What are you listening to? Billy Bragg

Huh?