Jeremy Kyle-Kitten and The Hip
When you wanted me you said the world was mine
Now you haven’t even got the fucking time
Are you ever gonna grow a pair
And pick your fucking iPhone up
Was it something that I said that made you chill
Was it something that you ate that made you ill?
Are you ever gonna change your answer phone
It’s doing my head in
You won’t catch me shaking hands with the devil boy
I’m more than just some coked up monster’s little toy
I’m worth more than this
Jog on, do one, go home boy!
You said it’s time to show the world my stuff
Cos I’m telling you I know I’m good enough
Maybe one day you could let me know
Exactly what you’re scared of
I just haven’t got the time to waste on you
If you’re wanting some of this you’ll have to prove
Boy you gotta get your act together and
Show me what you’re made of
I ain’t got time to deal with all your stupid shit
Don’t need you anyway you know I won’t quit
Jog on, do one, go home boy!
Jog on, do one, go home boy!
Jog on, do one, go home boy!