5am, on June 6th 1997
I listen to some Korn
shit is hot, and so am I
the world is sex and I am hot

Up the stairs, I read my mags
my Playboy and my Loaded
reading Jodie Marsh, and Cerys Matthews
blow this whore I'll met
and I rise
no surprise and I hide
being so bored
that I'll seen her nowhere

Am I shit or my pants are hotter Downstairs there's Al Pacino
Am I shit or fuckin' lazy

I go up and get excited
I'll see Louise Woodward
I get her a kiss on the cheek and tickets to Korn
I say to her 'Thank You'

That was for shaking that child Whatsisface Eappen
are you boned or just plain raw

Am I shit or fuckin' lazy
this I'll know is fuckin' big
don't I see that Louise Woodward

As days go by
I see that Louise is up there
shakin' more babies
She tells me 'Karl, its time for CBBC'
I lived with her, I shagged her to 'Song 2'
but I am bored now of hers

Ridin' back to her hometown
I'll find her naked
So I'm hot, and she's hot
I know it now

Am I shit or just fuckin' lazy
I like to get myself some beercan I'll love myself this bigger