Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
'Ello creeps, it's Sid Snot 'ere
With some GBH for your flamin' hair
It's all in rhythm, it's all in rhyme
You won't know what I'm talking about half the time
It's a rap
It's a load of furballs, it don't make sense
It's all off the wall at the local gents
You can listen if you want, I couldn't care less
The whole thing is all a musical mess
It's a rap

[Chorus]
Done with taste, the best possible taste
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (It's all done with the best possible taste, haha, oh I love it, I lov5 it)
It's all done with taste, the b5st possible taste
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste
It's all done with taste

[Verse 2]
I thought a rap was something you wear
You know, round your shoulders and the rest is bare
But I love records and big hits
Sidney, get your hand off my ti
Shut up, fatso, it's a rap
Listen slaggy, you're doing it wrong
You gotta stay on the beat to do this song
Oh Sid, you know I'd love to do it
Oh leave it out, there's nothing to it
It's a rap
[Chorus]
Done with taste, the best possible taste (Sidney) (Yup?)
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (How do you think this record's going?) (Well, it's going round, dummy)
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (That's funny, I used to go round with Bert Reynolds! Hahahaaa!)
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (Oh, shut up, dog breath)
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste
It's all done with taste

[Verse 3]
You just keep talking, you know what I mean?
About things you've done, or things you've seen
Oh ahaha, I've seen things, big and small
But let's not get into that at all
It's a rap
Look, you just make it up as you go along
So nobody knows if you're doing it wrong
And you can chuck in a word like circumcision
Because we ain't going in for Eurovision
It's a rap

[Chorus]
(It's all) Done with taste, the best possible taste
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (Well Sidney, what do you think of my new record?)
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (Your record? It's my record)
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (No it isn't, it's mine, I'm the star around here)
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (I mean look at the makeup, and the hair, and the mink, and these)
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (What do you think these are? Chopped liver? Listen, toerag, let's get summin' straight between us)
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (Oh, Sidney! Tell you what, let's go back to my place)
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (I've got some lights, sweet music, and we can watch a video of my latest movie)
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (Oh yeah, what's it called? 'Tone Deaf At The Recording Studio'?)
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (Oh Sidney, you're only jealous)
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (By the way, do you think we'll get on Top of The Pops?)
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (Why not? You've been on top of everything else)
It's all done with taste, the best possible taste (Oh Sidney, ha ha ha ha ha!)
(Oh, it's all) done with taste, the best possible taste