How does it feel to earn all this lovely money When our bass player went and fucked off And now is suing us It turns out maybe we disbanded But that’s not we recall So we guess it’s down to the lawyers Who in turn will rip us off.
For those who come to see us We are really pleased That you like the visual back drop And playing 586 We think poor Tom’s getting bad press For playing live and us using tapes But don’t you all recall It’s always being this way.
Barney sees a new yacht on the horizon Thanks to all these sell out dates And if it wasn’t for hooky’s petulance We could release the lost sirens pack But after all he told us he was leaving after all these fucking years Now we’re a 5 piece band Playing lots of old stuff.
Now were ready for the U.K.
We thought it would end after Paris But we had such a lovely time Tell us how does it feel While you all jump around.
This is all hyperthetical as no one knows the truth and I'm bored at work and run out of ideas for shed songs.
