They’re always hitting on meBut I’m getting thinFrom waiting onThey just want me to beBehind the counterThe hen centreWas always picking on meThere they are tucking in all over shopGot no timeFor dinner or teaBehind the counterEvery car I seeIs always picking on meThey take a left turn when I cross, guaranteedThey park on the pavementSome have paid parks on the pavementHereI say wait sir, wait sir,You’d better wait sirGuaranteedI’m getting thinFrom idiots who write rock booksDisparateEx-groups cold would’ve played thisFor nose pin and the punk piggiesDidn’t quite make it, they sayGet behind the counterThe other side of the counterChill it, boyThe other side of the counter
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