Well I'm the ficklest f**er in town
No f**er is more fickle around
Well I'm low, I'm beneath the ground
Failing that, f** all keeps the cabbage down
I'm a fervent finger-tapper to sound
If life was a barrel I'd drown
I keep perspective of what's around
I be a s**er for all eyes brown
I'm a human losing [?] snoozin' unable to finish a [?]
I'm a filthy lying d**h defying alchie in a church in [?]
No cabbage isn't cooked in [?]
Nor nurtured in the hamlet
Or having s** at the click of our fingers
Oh clearly I did not understand it
Clowns, at [?] standards
'Cause the wind may change as you planned it
I'll believe the cabbage catastrophe
Oh it bangs and it bangs to austerity
You wanna fight your own disease
'Cause your mother's [?]
[?]
[?]
Send those back to their motherland of le chou
Le chou (repeated a bit)
Well I'm the ficklest f**er in town