Bumbag
The Zutons"Bumbag" is a song by The Zutons, released in 2008 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:13 long and contains 69 lines and 326 words.
Lyrics
0:30Raise a glass now
0:31To the person
0:33Who invented the word called scum
0:37He was clever
0:39Never foolish
0:41And he knew where you came from
0:45You're a bumbag
0:47And a vexer
0:48And you never let your standards slip
0:52Cause your standards
0:54Are so low-down
0:56Like the pavement you find when you trip
1:00But I won't trip over
1:03Look over my shoulder
1:04You won't get the better of me
1:08The credit you owe me
1:10Respect you don't show me
1:12All makes the better for me
1:16You look so good from afar
1:24But you're just a bumbag
1:29Yes you are
1:31You're a parasite
1:33You're a virus
1:34You only ever make mistakes
1:38Like a leper
1:40Or a tapeworm
1:42You only ever seem to take
1:46Now you're livin'
1:48With your language
1:50And everyone's avoiding you
1:54Ask for money
1:55Ask for cigarettes
1:57But it's all you ever seem to do
2:02But I won't trip over
2:04Look over my shoulder
2:05You won't get the better of me
2:09The credit you owe me
2:11Respect you don't show me
2:13All makes the better for me
2:17You look so good from afar
2:25But you're just a bumbag
2:30Yes you are
3:10All my friend's heads
3:12Seem to go down
3:14Whenever you decide to turn up
3:18Feel so sorry
3:20For your parents
3:21When they see your face they must spew up
3:25You're the black sheep
3:27You're the distance
3:29You should keep your wits about you in town
3:33Because one day
3:35It could kill you
3:37And your body never will be found
3:42But I won't trip over
3:43Look over my shoulder
3:45You won't get the better of me
3:49The credit you owe me
3:51Respect you don't show me
3:53All makes the better for me
3:57But I won't trip over
3:58Look over my shoulder
4:00You won't get the better of me
4:04The credit you owe me
4:06Respect you don't show me
4:08All makes the better
4:10All makes the better
4:12All makes the better
4:13All makes the better for me
Raise a glass now To the person Who invented the word called scum He was clever Never foolish And he knew where you came from You're a bumbag And a vexer And you never let your standards slip Cause your standards Are so low-down Like the pavement you find when you trip But I won't trip over Look over my shoulder You won't get the better of me The credit you owe me Respect you don't show me All makes the better for me You look so good from afar But you're just a bumbag Yes you are You're a parasite You're a virus You only ever make mistakes Like a leper Or a tapeworm You only ever seem to take Now you're livin' With your language And everyone's avoiding you Ask for money Ask for cigarettes But it's all you ever seem to do But I won't trip over Look over my shoulder You won't get the better of me The credit you owe me Respect you don't show me All makes the better for me You look so good from afar But you're just a bumbag Yes you are All my friend's heads Seem to go down Whenever you decide to turn up Feel so sorry For your parents When they see your face they must spew up You're the black sheep You're the distance You should keep your wits about you in town Because one day It could kill you And your body never will be found But I won't trip over Look over my shoulder You won't get the better of me The credit you owe me Respect you don't show me All makes the better for me But I won't trip over Look over my shoulder You won't get the better of me The credit you owe me Respect you don't show me All makes the better All makes the better All makes the better All makes the better for me
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