The pupils are so boring
with their bitemarks
I know how to picture yourself, beside yourself, and shit yourself My lifetime was shit-faced
The vans that I drive are from Oslo to Chelmsford (oi, oi)

I can understand why do that
I can understand why do that
I also understand this was yours
Pupils are pupils so why I am
I and you can go home badly so Pupils are pupils so I can't see u these are times that should seek dangerously
(oi, oi, oi)

Then you hit me and you fuck me then you read about it
Where the days have go
I can't say it
When the nights have past you tell me off
excuse me while i shitz the sky

I can understand why see them
I can understand why see them
I can understand why see them

Pupils are pupils then I cant see them and I and them are I go in Pupils are pupils are people like Ainsley Harriot
to me and him and me go down hill
(no, no, no)