I met you for months last Sunday
My oh my, what a happy clappy fun day!
We started our first jobs in catering
Had no idea the pain this cheap pay could bring

Now that your tickle has [bad word] a scratch
This ghost train will derail and crash
Like Blackpool's Pepsi Max
We will derail and crash

You moved my wardrobe out the front door
slight indication of what [bad word] home, what I'm in for
You were watching Tarantino loud on wide-screen
I catch your eye and the barrel points at me

Now that your tickle has [bad word] a scratch
This ghost train will derail and crash
Like Blackpool's Pepsi Max
We will derail and crash