Lyrics:

I write a letter every day
I don't believe a word I say
Curare ballpoint in my hand
I like to shock my fellow man
Prrrrrr...!

I often like to yell abuse
At helpless strangers on the tube
I've got a weakness for the arts
I like to study private parts
Ooh-hah...!

I've got a right to be obscene
Because the people are so mean
They walk straight by me in the street
They got no to time to speak to freaks
Oow-brrr...!

So I take pleasure when they squirm
Some stupid people never learn
I hope they think of me in bed
'Cause I'll be lonely till I'm dead
Lonely...!

Lonely...!
(Hey, a-hey-i-hey)
(Hey, a-hey-i-hey)
(Hey, a-hey-i-hey)
(Hey, a-hey-i-hey)
(Hey, a-hey-i-hey)
(Hey, a-hey-i-hey)
(Hey, a-hey-i-hey)