Arthur I love you
Though you've got B.O.
And you trainers are dirty
And your brains rather slow
And Arthur I love you
Though you read The Sun
And you wear a leisure suit
When you're having fun
And your not a fascist
You're just a cog
And you keep a Pit-bull
Cause their a lovely dog
And Arthur I love you
You're no piece of slime
Just used and accused
By the ruling class swines
Lets face it Arthur
Arthur you're f*cked
You never could say
That enough, that enough
Was enough