You Know What’s Good For You

Tell me don’t worry
Tell me don’t fuss
Tell me there’s more chance
I’ll walk under a bus
Well your sort see castrating rapists
As fitting the crime
Regarding regret as a luxury
For those with the time

Y’know oh oh oh
Y’know oh oh oh
Y’know oh oh oh oh

Tell him he’s lucky
He’s got a job
His wife and his guvnor
Both think they’re his boss
Tell him he needs smoking beagles
And bromide in tea
The stone and the scissors and paper
Can never agree

Lead in the petrol
Gas in the beer
Wide wheels and herpes
Just caught on ‘round here
His soul is worth more than his wages
He said so he’s sacked
They more than made up for in ethics
What in morals they lacked