Hey John Bull, have you seen the news
how many men has your mama rogered
how many have dipped their wick in jute
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
for he without sins cast the first stone
when seen in the hay with john
you said it was just horsing around
ai't your papa's sister tripping the velvet
down Waterloo road with Alice from the pub
you talk of others lying and shifting
yet your brother is doing time at he Maj's pleasure
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
you good at pointing fingers, you ain't got no shame
open your door and show us all that stuff
that fell off the back of that flipping lorry
what about the dose you carry
that gift that gives on giving, have you told Mary
that her mother gave it to you last month
when you walked her home and found her
mum do it too while dad was in your sisters room
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
the world and it's sin hang round your block
everyone's got their lives to live and that's just so
so don't come playing preacher man, you ain't
no God squad, just another sicko, like all the others
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
Go look under your bed, all those **** pictures you hide
and you think nobody knows that woeful secret you keep
so stand and watch my window and see me moon to you
ain't got to point at others, while you watch your granny
rogering Benny the dog, it's just for fun says you nasty
toerag,
so live in fear and accuse others cause sooner or later
your house of cards will one day come falling down
so you, you and you and the **** preacher-man
go **** yourself and better pray, it's all gonna come out one day
don't coming singing the blues to me, sunshine