Fat chilli, burning my mouth, I got a pack of smokes and a hat full of laughs
I got, novocaine for my aching gums, and an AB01 and an AB03
I got, black treacle stuck to my shoes, hole in my socks, I got nothin' to lose
Hallelujah, coq au vin, pass me the whisky pour it into the pan
Can't you see, you got nothing on
Can't you see, you got nothing on me
Colonel mustard popping a pill
Plum, Scarlet, White, getting their fill
I'll be out standing with the crowd
Drown in your bullshit, why're you so f*cking loud?
Can't you see, you got nothing on
Can't you see, you got nothing on me
Can't you see, you got nothing on
Can't you see, you got nothing on
Can't you see, you got nothing on
Can't you see, you got nothing on me