You've got something coming honey.
Ain't no land of milk and honey.
My accountant thinks that's funny.
Instead of trying to use your brains,
You sit 'round and suck my veins.
Your kind of rat belongs in drains.
You're gonna beg around,
You're gonna beg around.
You like all those big fancy cars,
Trendy people and their wine bars.
But your lying will leave it's scars.
Get around, get on your horse.
Instead of trying to use your brains,
You sit 'round and suck my veins.
Your kind of rat belongs in drains.
You're gonna get around,
You're gonna get around.
Instead of trying to use your brains,
You sit 'round and suck my veins.
Your kind of rat belongs in drains.
You're gonna get around,
You're gonna get around.
You think that I'm made of reddies.
That makes me choke on my Shreddies.
I may smile and act so sunny,
But this boy is not your dummy.
Instead of trying to use your brains,
You sit 'round and suck my veins.
Your kind of rat belongs in drains.
You're gonna get around,
You're gonna get around.
Marriages are made in heaven,
So what the hell happened to mine?
Repeat til fades to end
Adam Ant & Marco Pirroni