You go spooky in a band

Son, I'm thirty
I only went with your mother 'cause she's dirty
And I don't have a decent bone in me
What you get is just what you see, yeah

I should so, I take it free, yeah
And all the bad preserves be things that feed me
I never help or give to the needy
Come on and see me

Yippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey
I had to crucify some brother today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So, come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice

I said, Dad, you're a shabby
You run around and groove like a baggy
You're only here just out of habit
All that's mine you might as well have it

You take 10p back and then stab it
Spray it on and tag it
So, sack on me, I can't stand the needy
Get around here if you're asking you're feeling?

Yippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey
I had to crucify somebody today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So, come on and say it
And come on and tell me twice

So, sack all the needy
I can't stand to leave it
You come around here and you put both your feet in

Yippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey
I had to crucify somebody today
And I don't hear what you gotta say
So, go on and say it

Yippee, ippee, ey, ey, ay, yey, yey
I had to crucify some brother today
And I don't hear what you gotta say
So, come on and say it
And come on and tell me twice

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): GARY KENNETH WHELAN, MARK PHILIP DAY, PAUL ANTHONY RYDER, PAUL RICHARD DAVIS, SHAUN WILLIAM RYDER