I wish you stop pointing, please
cos it's taking my bollocks to despair
and i wish you stop wishing there that's its going to be back
but your ass is frozen (yours as well)
your help is rude (but not very nice)
your name is a blackboard, but i guess it's a twat
and also not a asshole

I wish you stop pointing to the adults now
cos it's like dancing with a yellow card from 1832
I wish you stop pointing to the adults now
cos it's like dancing with a yellow card from 1832, from 1832

I wish you start ignoring that because it's a bit mid 90s
I hope it's all rubbish but my god, it's a despair
but my ass is a German (Achtung)
who snogged all the romans (Winston Churchill)
my name is beekeeper but it's a Clash b-side from 78-79 something

I wish you stop pointing at the adults now
cos it's like a yellowcard from 1832
I wish you stop pointing at the adults now
cos it's like a yellowcard from 1832
and it's like Jesus Etc sung by Vietnam instead of Wilco

But there's enough though
right i had enough of this
Just fucking tunes and Manchester accents then
Madagascar, i kill your naughty pets

But i wish you stop pointing now
because it's like a yellowcard from 1832
and i wish you stop and stop doing that now
cos that's nothing new, it's now old shit now
like a yellowcard from 1832 (what)
from 1832