Biscuits for breakfast, cup of tea for the man 4 more years of this shit and I'll be on 16 grand Pushing the trolley, doing the rounds 4 more years of this shit and I'll be one of these clowns
In my office On the fifth floor Biscuits for breakfast Biscuits for breakfast
Biscuits for breakfast, cup of tea for the man 4 years on in this game and I'm on 16 grand I want chocolate, gimme some cake Gimme so much more than I think I can take
In my office On the fifth floor Biscuits for breakfast Biscuits for breakfast
Over a barrel, or over my trolley Over the desk it's all the same Pushing the message "don't hate the player hate the game" S'all the same
In my office On the fifth floor I can see the world go round beneath me Biscuits for breakfast I can see my world pan out before me
I can see my world pan out before me I can see my world pan out before me I can see my world pan out before me I can see my world pan out before me
Compositores: Finian Paul Greenall (Fink), Timothy William Thornton, Edward Guy Whittaker (Guy Whittaker) ECAD: Obra #20771944