Gonna have to cut you down to size   you're running out of style   I'm gonna kit you out   with a subterranean profile   don't you push me too far   it's gonna be bad for your health   you'll wind up just a friend   to the ghost of your former self      Don't mess me round   don't you mess me round   you put me down   don't mess me round      Any more of your mouth   and we'll both see red   I'll pin your bottom lip   to the top of your head   you've got too much talkie-talkie   don't say one more thing   I'll make your insides look   like a Jackson Pollock painting      Don't mess me round