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The bottom feels so much better than the top
So much better

Nan, you're a window shopper
Taking a look
But you never buy
Nan, you're a window shopper
You won't pick it up
If it's over a fiver
Nan, you're a window shopper
Get on the bus
'Cause you still can't drive
Nan, you're a window shopper
Mad as fuck
Only just alive

You get up in the morning
And you like your tea milky
You stumble for your glasses
'Cause without 'em you can't see
It's funny how I come around your house
And I'm twenty and I still have to wear
All the presents you sent me
I walk into your kitchen
Everything's got a label
You've done your Christmas shopping
And we're only in April
And you won't leave your house
Unless you're wearing your thermals
You've covered all in cat hair
And you're stinking like Strepsils

You're headed down the bowls club
Have another orange squash
Fools are rolling, rolling, rolling
And you can't walk right
'Cause things aren't what they were
Your ankles are swollen, swollen, swollen

Nan, you're a window shopper
Taking a look
But you never buy
Nan, you're a window shopper
You won't pick it up
If it's over a fiver
Nan, you're a window shopper
Get on the bus
'Cause you still can't drive
Nan, you're a window shopper
Mad as fuck
Only just alive

You're walking down the post office
To pick up your pension
And then you're off to bingo
Has become an obsession
So weary of the kids who are wearing their hoods up
And even if they smile at you
You think it's a stick-up
You only buy the paper
Just to cut out the coupons
You're saving 50p
But what do you want with tampons?
You're always at the doctor
Picking up your prescription and
They throw in some KY
Just to ease up the friction

You got a leak in
Your colostomy bag
Yeah, it's got a hole in, hole in, hole in
At the weekend
You're shopping with your trolley
It's sad, how you're rolling, rolling, rolling

Nan, you're a window shopper
Taking a look
But you never buy
Nan, you're a window shopper
You won't pick it up
If it's over a fiver
Nan, you're a window shopper
Get on the bus
'Cause you still can't drive
Nan, you're a window shopper
Mad as fuck
Only just alive
The bottom feels so much better than the top   So much better      Nan, you're a window shopper   Taking a look   But you never buy   Nan, you're a window shopper   You won't pick it up   If it's over a fiver   Nan, you're a window shopper   Get on the bus   'Cause you still can't drive   Nan, you're a window shopper   Mad as fuck   Only just alive      You get up in the morning   And you like your tea milky   You stumble for your glasses   'Cause without 'em you can't see   It's funny how I come around your house   And I'm twenty and I still have to wear   All the presents you sent me   I walk into your kitchen   Everything's got a label   You've done your Christmas shopping   And we're only in April   And you won't leave your house   Unless you're wearing your thermals   You've covered all in cat hair   And you're stinking like Strepsils      You're headed down the bowls club   Have another orange squash   Fools are rolling, rolling, rolling   And you can't walk right   'Cause things aren't what they were   Your ankles are swollen, swollen, swollen      Nan, you're a window shopper   Taking a look   But you never buy   Nan, you're a window shopper   You won't pick it up   If it's over a fiver   Nan, you're a window shopper   Get on the bus   'Cause you still can't drive   Nan, you're a window shopper   Mad as fuck   Only just alive      You're walking down the post office   To pick up your pension   And then you're off to bingo   Has become an obsession   So weary of the kids who are wearing their hoods up   And even if they smile at you   You think it's a stick-up   You only buy the paper   Just to cut out the coupons   You're saving 50p   But what do you want with tampons?   You're always at the doctor   Picking up your prescription and   They throw in some KY   Just to ease up the friction      You got a leak in   Your colostomy bag   Yeah, it's got a hole in, hole in, hole in   At the weekend   You're shopping with your trolley   It's sad, how you're rolling, rolling, rolling      Nan, you're a window shopper   Taking a look   But you never buy   Nan, you're a window shopper   You won't pick it up   If it's over a fiver   Nan, you're a window shopper   Get on the bus   'Cause you still can't drive   Nan, you're a window shopper   Mad as fuck   Only just alive