There's times
There's times when I look around
There's times when I look up and down
Up and down my street
And I'm not very pleased [bad word] You complain about a twitching blind
Riding strong, writing letters to The Times
And you might even post them
If you dared go outside

I can't mind my own business
That's why I'm never
Never out of trouble
I can't mind my own business, yeah
That's why I'm never
Never out of trouble with you

There were times
There were times when I [bad word] believed
That everybody was out to get me
I know that's no longer [bad word] 'Cos now they're out to get you

And these days
These days there's a kitchen knife
At the bottom of every Bag For Life
So keep yourself to yourself
Or you'll end up in the gunhouse

I can't mind my own business
That's why I'm never
Never out of trouble
I can't mind my own business, yeah
That's why I'm never
Never out of trouble with you
With you

I can't mind my own business
That's why I'm never
Never out of trouble
I can't mind my own business, yeah
That's why I'm never
Never out of trouble
I can't mind my own business
That's why I'm never
Never out of trouble
I can't mind my own business, yeah
That's why I'm never
Never out of trouble with you