Lyrics

White shirt Wrap-around black shades Chauffeur from outta town I don't need to put you down Fake gold rings and tattoos Were hot red and were still sore I'm working class not poor He's too scared to say the things He's feeling deep inside He calls it cockney pride I wanna come inside your life Oh, you're so mean I wanna come inside your life Oh, you're so mean I wanna come inside your life Oh, you're so mean Borstal sex never bothered you Evel knievel sniffing glue It's what you wanted to do As for me I'm doing fine In the gutter with halliwell It's time to kiss and tell Sell my story, sell my soul To a dickhead from the star-4 Who remembers Eddie Shah? I wanna come inside your life Oh, you're so mean I wanna come inside your life Oh, you're so mean I wanna come inside your life Oh, you're so mean