Raise a glass now
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To the person
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Who invented the word called scum
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He was clever
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Never foolish
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And he knew where you came from
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You're a bumbag
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And a vexer
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And you never let your standards slip
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Cause your standards
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Are so low-down
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Like the pavement you find when you trip
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But I won't trip over
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Look over my shoulder
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You won't get the better of me
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The credit you owe me
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Respect you don't show me
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All makes the better for me
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You look so good from afar
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But you're just a bumbag
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Yes, you are
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You're a parasite
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You're a virus
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You only ever make mistakes
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Like a leper
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Or a tapeworm
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You only ever seem to take
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Now you're livin'
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With your language
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And everyone's avoiding you
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Ask for money
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Ask for cigarettes
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But it's all you ever seem to do
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But I won't trip over
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Look over my shoulder
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You won't get the better of me
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The credit you owe me
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Respect you don't show me
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All makes the better for me
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You look so good from afar
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But you're just a bumbag
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Yes, you are
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All my friend's heads
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Seem to go down
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Whenever you decide to turn up
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Feel so sorry
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For your parents
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When they see your face, they must spew up
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You're the black sheep
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You're the distance
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You should keep your wits about you in town
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Because one day
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It could kill you
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And your body never will be found
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Bumbag
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The Zutons |