Tabloid Species

It could be the things I say
That I’m not Straight or [bad word] 
But I’m not the particular way
You expect me to be today

It might be the way I look
Or that I drew all over your book
But I’m not the special way
You’d like me to be today

It might be that I don’t care
But I don’t usually stop and stare
Or scream abuse at passers by
Or stick my finger in their eye
Just because they’re them not me
"they’re not my favourite cup of tea"
Well, the Tabloid Species [bad word] amok
But that’s ok, because they’re all [bad word] 

Perhaps there are certain things I’ve done
You’d secretly consider fun
But then you wouldn’t be the peculiar way
You are when you wake up every day.