Whiteboy Lyrics

Five nights, no sleep, my mind's battered
Stock market crash dreams shattered
Lost cause, pulled off a sure winner
Made a few bob, a new job as a serial killer
You wanna talk to me whiteboyman
You wanna talk to me whiteboyboyman
You wanna talk to me whiteboyman

Every night microwave(d) tv dinners
Mobile phones make her brain shimmer
Don't say the c-word, she got the all clear
That jokes bad taste and so dog-eared
My mum says I look like Yule Brynner
Too old for Hamlet, too young for Lear
Got a shaved head, lost weight fakir
Got a pierced nip cause it's still hip to appear queer
You wanna talk to me whiteboyman
You wanna talk to me whiteboyboyman
You wanna talk to me whiteboyman

And I'm all mashed-up mum's droning on an on and on and on
And I'm all mashed-up mum's droning on an on and on and on
She wants this, she wants that
She wants bling, she wants tat
She wants creams that can cover the cracks
Wedded bliss, cancer scan
She wants family man
Self esteem and her old body back

You wanna talk to me whiteboyman
You wanna talk to me whiteboyboyman
You wanna talk to me whiteboyman