Bumbag

Raise a glass now

To the person

Who invented the word called scum

He was clever

Never foolish

And he knew where you came from

You're a bumbag

And a vexer

And you never let your standards slip

Cause your standards

Are so low-down

Like the pavement you find when you trip

But I won't trip over

Look over my shoulder

You won't get the better of me

The credit you owe me

Respect you don't show me

All makes the better for me

You look so good from afar

But you're just a bumbag

Yes, you are

You're a parasite

You're a virus

You only ever make mistakes

Like a leper

Or a tapeworm

You only ever seem to take

Now you're livin'

With your language

And everyone's avoiding you

Ask for money

Ask for cigarettes

But it's all you ever seem to do

But I won't trip over

Look over my shoulder

You won't get the better of me

The credit you owe me

Respect you don't show me

All makes the better for me

You look so good from afar

But you're just a bumbag

Yes, you are

All my friend's heads

Seem to go down

Whenever you decide to turn up

Feel so sorry

For your parents

When they see your face, they must spew up

You're the black sheep

You're the distance

You should keep your wits about you in town

Because one day

It could kill you

And your body never will be found