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Do you think, everything, everyone, is going mental,
It seems to me that itīs spiraling outta control and itīs inevitable,
Now donīt you think,
This time is yours, this time is mine,
Its temperamental,
It seems to me, weīre on all fours,
Crawling on our knees,
Someone help us please
Oh Jesus Christ almighty,
Do I feel alright? No not slightly,
I wanna get a flat I know I canīt afford it,
Itīs just the bureaucrats who wonīt give me a mortgage,
Well itīs very funny cos I got your fucking money,
And Iīm never gonna get it just because of my bad credit
Oh well I guess I mustnīt grumble,
I suppose thatīs just the way the cookie crumbles.
[Chorus]
Oh yeah, Iīm fine,
Everythingīs just wonderful,
Iīm having the time of my life.
Donīt you want something else,
Something new, than what weīve got here,
And donīt you feel itīs all the same,
Some sick game and itīs not insincere,
I wish I could change the ways of the world,
Make it a nice place
Until that day, I guess we stay,
Doing what we do
Screwing who we screw
Why canīt I sleep at night,
Donīt say itīs gonna be alright,
I wanna be able to eat spaghetti bolognaise,
and not feel bad about it for days and days and days.
In the magazines they talk about weight loss,
If I buy those jeans I can look like Kate Moss,
Oh no itīs not the life I chose,
But I guess thatīs the way that things go,
[Chorus x2]
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba [etc.]
Oh Jesus Christ almighty,
Do I feel alright? No not slightly,
I wanna get a flat I know I canīt afford it,
Itīs just the bureaucrats who wonīt give me a mortgage,
Well itīs very funny cos I got your fucking money,
And Iīm never gonna get it just because of my bad credit
Oh well I guess I mustnīt grumble,
I suppose thatīs just the way the cookie crumbles.
[Chorus x2]