Arthur

Arthur I love you

Though you've got B.O.

And you trainers are dirty

and your brains rather slow

And Arthur I love you

Though you read The Sun

And you wear a leisure suit

When you're having fun

And your not a fascist

You're just a cog

And you keep a Pit-bull

'cause their a lovely dog

And Arthur I love you

You're no piece of slime

Just used and accused

By the ruling class swines

Lets face it Arthur

Arthur you're fucked

You never could say

That enough, that enough....

Was enough