Skunky boy
Comes from the holy farm
Skunky boy
Come from the holy barn
Cuz in his flat
There lay's a dirty bird
And when he gets home from the bookies
He acts like a dirty berk
Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him
Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him
Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him
Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him
Sometimes
His flat really stinks
Sometimes
His minds on the blink
A brutalist man
Lives in a brutalist block
Moulded by the hands
He is read like a clock
Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him
Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him
Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him
Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him
Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh