Of all the things you make me do
This is the one I feel's the worst, i-it's true-ue-ue
Just the worst, i-it's true-ue-ue
Upon that chaise longue you will lie
Like a slob, lie while all that I ca-an do-o-o
All that you let me-e do-o-o

Is I-I fa-a-an, I fan while you ea-eat gra-a-apes
I mu-ust fa-a-an, I'll fan your arse a-all da-a-ay
It's not fun, I must sa-ay

The feelin' in my feet is dead
Why must I stand here wavin' leaves a-at you-ou-ou?
What's the reaso-on, du-u-ude?
Your air con isn't broken, Bill
And plus it ain't that hot, so what's wi-ith you-ou-ou?
Why are you such a-a dou-ou-ouche?

Still I-I fa-a-an, I fan while you ea-eat gra-a-apes
Forced to-o fa-a-an, to fan your arse a-all da-a-ay
Waste of a sunny da-ay

Not the first time you've pulled this, mate
Too often you decide that you ca-an't mo-o-ove
Rephrase that: wo-on't mo-o-ove
And so you force me into this
Cause otherwise you won't pay the re-ent? Du-u-ude
I think that's rea-eal ru-u-ude

Fine, I-I'll fa-a-an, I'll fan while you ea-eat gra-a-apes
But I-I'll fa-a-an, I'll fan your grapes a-awa-a-ay
Sure, I-I'll fa-a-an, I'll fan while you ea-eat gra-a-apes
But I-I'll fa-a-an, I'll fan til you free-eeze, ma-a-ate