Sorry Bout That, por Adrian Mitchell

Adrian Mitchell

Sorry Bout That

Truth is a diamond

A diamond is hard

You don’t exist

Without a Barclaycard

Sorry bout that

Even South African cops

Do the sorry bout that

They showed me the world and said:

What do you think?

I said: Half about women

And half about drink

And I’m sorry bout that

Sorry bout that

Mother I need that booze

And I’m sorry bout that

But if you cut your conscience

Into Kenno-meat chunks

You could get elected

To the House of Drunks

Sorry bout that

You’ll never have to think again

And I’m sorry bout that

You can do the Skull

Or the Diplomat

But I do a dance

Called the Sorry Bout That

Do the Mighty Whitey

Or the Landlord Rat

But I’ll keep grooving,

To the Sorry Bout That

Sorry Bout That

Sorry bout that

They make me dance with pistols and ten to one

I’m sorry bout that

Hey Johnny Betjeman

Where you been?

Down Buckingham Pigstye

With Princess Margarine

Sorry bout that

Bop goes my knighthood

Pretty Jesus but I’m sorry bout that

I saw Money walking

Down the road

Claws like an eagle

And a face like a toad

Well I know your name baby

Seen you before

Slapping on your make-up

For the Third World War

Sorry bout that

Someone set the world on fire

And I’m sorry bout that.

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