Jobseeker

Lyrics

[Intro] (So Mr. Williamson, what have you done in order to find gainful employment since your last signing on date?) Fuck all! 19.4-, top 18.6-, middle Rob? 19.2-, top 18.4- mate, middle [Chorus] Jobseeker! Can of Strongbow, I'm a mess Desperately clutching onto a leaflet on depression Supplied to me by the NHS It's anyone's guess how I got here Anyone's guess how I'll go I suck on a roll-up, pull your jeans up Fuck off, I'm going home Jobseeker! Jobseeker! [Verse] So Mr. Williamson, what have you done in order to find gainful employment Since your last signing on date? Fuck all I've sat around the house wanking And I want to know why you don't serve coffee here My signing on time is supposed to be ten past eleven It's now twelve o'clock And some of these smelly bastards need executing Mr. Williamson, your employment history looks quite impressive I'm looking at three managerial positions you previously held with quite Reputable companies, isn't this something you'd like to go back to? Nah, I'd just end up fucking robbing the place You've got a till full of 20s looking at you all day Well, I'm hardly gonna fucking bank it I've got drugs to take, and a mind to break [Chorus] Jobseeker! Can of Strongbow, I'm a mess Desperately clutching onto a leaflet on depression Supplied to me by the NHS It's anyone's guess how I got here Anyone's guess how I'll go I suck on a roll-up, pull your jeans up Fuck off, I'm going home Jobseeker! Jobseeker! Jobseeker! Jobseeker! [Outro] Jobseeker! Jobseeker! Out!