Twat John Cooper Clarke

Like a night club in the morning, you're the bitter end
Like a recently disinfected shit-house, you're clean 'round the bend
You give me the horrors, too bad to be true
All of my tomorrows are lousy 'cause of you

You put the shat in shatter, put the pain in Spain
Your germs are splattered about, your face is just a stain
You're certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag
Do us all a favor, here . . . wear this polythene bag

You're like a dose of scabies
I've got you under my skin
You make life a fairy tale
Grimm

People mention murder, the moment you arrive
I'd consider killing you if I thought you were alive
You've got this slippery quality, it makes me think of phlegm
And a dual personality, I hate both of them

You're bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay
Please, please, please, please, take yourself away
Like a death at a birthday party, you ruin all the fun
Like a sucked and spat-out Smartie, you're no use to anyone
Like the shadow of the guillotine on a dead consumptive's face
Speakin' as an outsider, what do you think of the human race?