Straight from the packet I'll be ready to fry
I don't need your sorrow, just turn me on my side
I hope you're not too choosy 'cos I'm British beef
and if you play me a song I'll be moving my feet
'cos it's not too late for skanking
Well I'm sure ginna give it a try
But I'm not one for romancing
I'm gonna shoot it in your eye!

You know I've always loved my sausage meat
But I've never heard of a one that's so light on
his feet
What the hell did I take to see
A son of a skanking sausage dancing next to me
I won't stop, I won't quit, my bad mushroom habit
My pupils, dilated, I'm sexually frustrated

Every time I see this shit, I think I've had too much
to drink
See my sausage, skanking up, skanking up,
skanking time now
There's no way to say, though I try, yeah I try
'cos I know that one day you'll be here
right by my side