Nice Boy Really (?)

Nice Boy Really (?)

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Spoke to some neighbour the other day

(The other one looked the other way)

One tried to like me but I ain’t like that, so

I had to just smile, like sons and daughters

Or whatever turns them on

But they can all piss off, man.

I’m a nice boy really (nbrx8)

Spoke to a barmaid in a sawdust pub

Couldn’t really talk, I’d had too much

Just had to smile, talk to my reflection

Remember next day about love, affection,

The past which haunts

‘Cause sons and daughters, well

I don’t drink water, I’m an alcoholic.

They can all piss off. I’m a nice boy really.

But I ain’t Chinese, though. Or baby do you think so?

Am I like-a-speakin’-a-ca-Cantanese though?

Come and tell me what you think, oh.

Rabbit rabbit fuck fuck

Fuckin’ rabbits fuckin’ ducks.

Chinese whispers, sisters

What the fuck?

What the fuck!

I don’t think though. Or baby does it seem so?

Or am I just here in Chinese, oh? Or lady do you hope so?

I ain’t labour, ain’t no nice neighbour either

Even if I’m hip though. Or baby don’t you think so?

Hey there man you’re in rubber-band Yankeeland.

Cunt man. Innit man? I don’t need ya fuckin’ ‘andstands

All bras and fake tans. Do me a favour.

I ain’t no neighbour man (etc.)