You better speak to me in Leeds
You better get to the maximum beat
Before we die of HIV,
Before we get to know who you are
You better not write a song
You better not smoke a bong
You're not Cypress Hill
And you're not Faith Hill

But I must tricked up all the f**ks
And I must be whatever we are
Shagging the scenes
Proms-attending, Ed Sheeran-loving transport is rearranged

You better get out of here
Before you get out and run
But we're still the same, yeah the arsehole same
You better rhyme with Beth
Before you rhyme with beef
I am 10 years old, and I'm 92 years old
Before you trickle before you die
And I died of death during Springsteen
Born in surrey, not the USA
Easy lovin' bird shagging transport is rearranged

(BRIDGE > GUITAR SOLO):

Before I go to sleep
Before I go to creep
You better remember, that this is Amiright
Before we arrive in France
You gotta kiss my ass
I am making sure, that this ain't Bieber

But I won't trickle before I die
Before I die or before I get old
Pete Townsend
Who lovin' country-listening transport is rearranged