When We're Famous
Haven't got a job,
Haven't got a car,
Haven't got a house,
Haven't got a girlfriend,
But I'm in a band!
Haven't got a clue,
Got nothing to do,
Lemme tell ya,
That'll change soon,
Yeah that'll change!
When we're famous,
You can kiss my anus,
You can watch me living my best life whilst you cry,
And I'll be in the papers,
And having sex with strangers,
But now I'm getting by,
On Lidl shepherd's pie,
And it tastes like shit.
Haven't got a job,
Haven't got a car,
Haven't got a house,
Haven't got a girlfriend,
But I'm in a band!
Haven't got a clue,
Got nothing to do,
Lemme tell ya,
That'll change soon,
Yeah that'll change!
Yeah when I,
I grow up,
I'm gonna be a punk star,
Yeah when I,
I grow up,
I'm gonna be...
I'm gonna be famous,
You can kiss my anus,
You can watch me living my best life whilst you cry,
And I'll be in the papers,
Having sex with strangers,
But now I'm getting by,
On Pot Noodle Bombay Spice,
And it's making me sick.
When we're famous,
We'll do Wembley Stadium,
They will study me for music GCSE.
And I'll be in the papers,
And having sex with strangers,
But now I'm getting by,
On Tesco pilau rice,
And it's making me shit...
Myself.
Fuck.
Haven't got a car,
Haven't got a house,
Haven't got a girlfriend,
But I'm in a band!
Haven't got a clue,
Got nothing to do,
Lemme tell ya,
That'll change soon,
Yeah that'll change!
When we're famous,
You can kiss my anus,
You can watch me living my best life whilst you cry,
And I'll be in the papers,
And having sex with strangers,
But now I'm getting by,
On Lidl shepherd's pie,
And it tastes like shit.
Haven't got a job,
Haven't got a car,
Haven't got a house,
Haven't got a girlfriend,
But I'm in a band!
Haven't got a clue,
Got nothing to do,
Lemme tell ya,
That'll change soon,
Yeah that'll change!
Yeah when I,
I grow up,
I'm gonna be a punk star,
Yeah when I,
I grow up,
I'm gonna be...
I'm gonna be famous,
You can kiss my anus,
You can watch me living my best life whilst you cry,
And I'll be in the papers,
Having sex with strangers,
But now I'm getting by,
On Pot Noodle Bombay Spice,
And it's making me sick.
When we're famous,
We'll do Wembley Stadium,
They will study me for music GCSE.
And I'll be in the papers,
And having sex with strangers,
But now I'm getting by,
On Tesco pilau rice,
And it's making me shit...
Myself.
Fuck.
Credits
Writer(s): Ewan Boissinot
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