Five nights, no sleep, my mind's battered   Stock markets free fall, dreams shattered   Lost cause, pulled up, a sure winner   Made a few bob, in a new job as a serial killer      You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man   You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, boy, man   You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man      Every night microwaved, TV dinners   Mobile phones make her brain shimmer   Don't say the c word she got the all clear   That jokes bad taste and so dog eared      My mum says I look like Yul Brynner   Too old for Hamlet, too young for Lear   Got a shaved head, lost weight, fakir   Got a pierced lip 'cause it's still hip to appear queer      You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man   You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, boy, man   You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man      And I'm all mashed up   Mum's droning on and on, and on, and on   And I'm all mashed up   Mum's droning on and on, and on, and on      She wants this, she wants that   She wants bling, she wants tat   She wants creams that can cover the cracks      Wedded bliss, cancer scans   She wants family man   Self esteem and her old body back   She says      You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man   You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, boy, man   You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man