I am here
Please come from ground
I am there
Please suck my kiss
We are there
Kiss my ass goodbye
Carla, dear
Please take me home
When you've seen the sign
What's on your mind
It is clearly adored

Watch your TV tonight
Parody this song tonight
Is it clear?
Carla dear
I'm a pie chart
What's that song again
Please don't say 'Fancy'
Iggy Azalea, what's on her mind
Suggs, what's on his mind
It's clear
I am there to grow up in Dunfermline

I, I of the mourning
We, we, of the evening
Grind teeth, now to the outside
Grind beef, down to the inside
I, too, have shagged Tori Spelling
It's like Taiwan had been her kit off
I, too, have known Adam Sandler
I, too, is in the Levellers
Oh, no
I, I, of the mourning
Then boobs
Some sort of Irish boyband
Some sort of Irish girlband
Carla, dear, please take me home

(LONG GUITAR SOLO):

I am there
I come from Belfast
Carla, dear, please feck off
I know you
And you know me