Gonna have to cut you down to size

you're running out of style

I'm gonna kit you out

with a subterranean profile

don't you push me too far

it's gonna be bad for your health

you'll wind up just a friend

to the ghost of your former self


Don't mess me round

don't you mess me round

you put me down

don't mess me round


Any more of your mouth

and we'll both see red

I'll pin your bottom lip

to the top of your head

you've got too much talkie-talkie

don't say one more thing

I'll make your insides look

like a Jackson Pollock painting


Don't mess me round ...