Bin Liner Fashion

I can't wear hats, I just get slagged

I get dressed up in plastic bags

For some reason, whatever the season

Bin liner fashion can look like anything

Full from swallowing a filling

Pritt Stick all my teeth back in

I'll still be gappy, but might be happy

Watching the pot boil and wearing tin foil

I can't wear hats, I still get slagged

We got the alphabet in the bag

To remember it, I have to sing it

And no one ever joins in with

There's a point where I stopped being cute

There's a full stop on my youth

I guess it's when it's I go to the dentist

To chew the ear off the unexpected

In barber's chair

They laugh at my hair

Over talking about wrestling

Over and over and over again

I gave up on general hygiene

Financial savings and exercising

He keeps asking why at them

What's a question? Is this a question?

Oh!

I can't wear hats, I just get slagged

I can dress up in plastic bags

For some reason, whatever the season

Bin liner fashion can look like anything

I can't wear hats, I still get slagged

Got the alphabet in the bag

To remember it, I have to sing it

And no one ever joins in with