The Feline Dream - Crap Layabout Lyrics

Crap Layabout!
Crap Layabout!
Crap Layabout!
Crap Layabout!

Well you're lying in your chair
And the TV's over there
And ewe don't pick up the phone
Cos you're drinking on your own

Looking after No.1
Still you never get things done
Leave it to another day
Maybe it will go away
You crap layabout
Crap Layabout

Well you're drinking like a fish
And your're drowning like a cat
And you're dancing like a tit
You're a wanker when you're pissed

And your brains have turned to mould
Cos you're 28 years old
And I think you should be told
Boy you shouldn't be so bold
You crap layabout

5am, you haven't slept
Pump-pump-pumping in your chest
And an aching in your guts
So ewe eat a bag of nuts
And you're lying in your chair
And the TV's over there
And it's always been the way
And it's how it's gonna stay
You crap layabout