Mr Bigmouth

Mr. Bigmouth was born for adventure

Mr. Bigmouth was born to be obeyed

A little quality time

A little white collar crime

Pretty soon Mr. Bigmouth's little business was made

Mr. Bigmouth had a mind like a steel trap

He worked it like a well-oiled machine

He kept it running all night

He was doin' all right

Yeah he kept his little business pretty clean

Oh but how much self-control do you need

To wrestle with the beast inside?

When you're crippled with greed

That much weakness you can't hide...

Mr. Bigmouth was born to be needed

Mr. Bigmouth was born to take control

He was groomed to play the patsy

It was a dumb job but he enjoyed it

With his stiff little finger for the nasty little hole

When his lordship's personality started leakin'

He was sworn to do his duty and bring

All the ratbags to justice

God save the old school tie...

For the honorable member is looking twisted and obscene

So how much self-control do you need

To wrestle with the beast inside?

When you're crippled with greed

That much weakness you can't hide

You got to scrounge for inspiration

You got to crawl to the teacher

And all the helpless weaklings in the schoolyard

You got to stand up for yourself and cut 'em down...