Lyrics:

Hope you don't think I'm rude
Fuck You!
Hope you don't think I'm precious
Fuck You!
Hope you see I'm well adjusted
I can't stand the sight of you!
Don't wanna be startin' somethin'
Don't want to antagonise
All I said was something simple
'I can't stand the sight of you!'
'I can't stand the sight of you!'
Don't believe, don't believe the words
I don't believe all the things I've heard about you
I will be saying this in your defence
'I'd rather eat a fridge full of arses than know you'
And I've tried with all my might to see past
All you failing but I've failed to give a fuck
You're a fuck-up, you're a joke
You're a clown, take your pants down
Get fucked you fucking fuckwit
You can't move into my house

With a range of ethics that are quite perverse
You're sitting in the centre of your own universe
Not content to sit upon the fence
You'll fall either way ignoring common sense
I look into your eyes and seen a haze
Of your twisted sensabilities and little saving grace
You're a fuck-up, you're a joke
You're a clown, take your pants down
Get fucked you fucking fuckwit
You can't move into my house

(One, two, three, four)
I believe, I believe the words
Of your best friend when he likened you to a steaming turd
And when he said; 'he wished that you were dead'
It was the most intelligent thing that anyone's ever said
I tried with all my mind to see the past
All your failing's but I failed to give a fuck
You're a fuck-up, you're a joke
You're a clown, take your pants down
Get fucked you fucking fuckwit
You can't move into my house
You're a fuck-up, you're a joke
You're a clown, take your pants down
Get fucked you fucking fuckwit
You can't move into my house