Lyrics Robbie Williams

Robbie Williams

The Brits

Well that Brits night was so fucking boring

Past the days of yes, yes, Charlene

Coke in the bogs till seven in the morning

Look the wrong way and we end up brawling

When I had a bit of beef with you know who

And I fucked a few female stars or two

Nearly everything I said I'd end getting screwed

Spitting at the paps, looking rude in the news

Oh yes, you're still rocking with the best

Second person in my year to have touched a breast

I'm nearly forty now and I'm still impressed

Here's the midlife crisis I guess

Oh, I recall taking in the wonder of it all

I'm still looking for an answer through the looking grass

Still not concentrating at the back of the class

No thanks, Sir, this one's for you

It's like a VD clinic: only pricks are in it

So fucking dull and professional and timid

To be frank, Sir, I prefer this showbiz chancer

I still want to get laid by you, right

Now I know I've got fat, but make no mistake

Every million that I make they bake me a cake

So I've got plenty, a hundred and twenty

Wear clothes of tweed like Amanda Gentry

I still want to get you naked

I'll see you in the summer, so glad you could make it

I'll be that mega white thing, fast as lightning

A Knebworth shape but twice as frightening

If they can't be bothered then I promise you this

If they won't entertain you then I'll do my fucking best

Still looking for an answer through the looking grass

Still not concentrating at the back of the class

No thanks, Sir, this one's for you

It's like a VD clinic: only pricks are in it

So fucking corporate and professional and timid

To be frank, Sir, I prefer this showbiz chancer

I still want to get laid by you

Would you let me lay you down right here?

Would you let me live?

Still looking for an answer through the looking grass

Still not concentrating at the back of the class

No thanks, Sir, this one's for you

It's like a VD clinic: only pricks are in it

So fucking dull and professional and timid

To be frank, Sir, I prefer this showbiz chancer

I'm still looking for an answer through the looking grass

Still not concentrating at the back of the class

No thanks, Sir, this one's for you

Its like a VD clinic: only pricks are in it

So fucking corporate and professional and timid

To be frank, Sir, I prefer this showbiz chancer