Saw you dancing in a discotheque
In Liverpool
I picked you up, I gave you one, I walked you home
And now I can't get rid of you
I was down the disco every Thursday night
With my best friend
I would only let you get your end away
If you let me be in your band
God, how pathetic; me a famous popstar
Singing with this piece of tat
I'm tried to forget it but it gets right up my nose
The way she's always singing flat
Oh, just one night of pa**ion,
How was I to know
But I'm not into children
So the kid'll have to go
I don't want your baby
I hate children so
I don't want your baby
No, no, no, no, no
No
And what about this hairstyle?
Why does it look like that?
The answer is one side of it's
Been eaten by a cat
I don't want your p**y
It's a mangy so-and-so
Same goes for your baby
Take them both and go
I don't want your baby…