Me, White Noise Blur (Ft. Phil Daniels)

[Verse 1: Phil Daniels]
Oi
You're a little mug ya little tart
No education
Everybody comes in and out the room
They're out the room, they're in the room, they're out
That's right, no-one's hurt
You know they're not comin' in with a pair of marraccas are they?
Doin' a fuckin' bit of marracca and stuff
Like, you know what I mean
Don't ya, you know, you know well what I mean
But I ain't moaning about it or complaining about it or anything like that
'Cos like that's what it is you know, you know and you kick a football
You kick a football, everybody kicks a football
I don't wanna rant and rave, yeah alright, at all, fair enough innit
Fair enough
And like you're going like "Sorry, sorry mate,"
You know you get down now, and you look at the wall
And what does the wall say to ya?
I ain't a mirror, fuck off
That's the way it goes
It's true though innit?
Think about it
Don't stall man, I've got houses to build

[Chorus: Damon Albarn & Phil Daniels]
And then you move, move, move, move
And you push, push, push, push
And you trip over yourself and you think to yourself
Why am I here?
I'm here because I've got no fucking choice
And furthermore
Furthermore
You're boring! (Boring)
Boring!
You're boring! (Boring)
Boring!
You're boring! (Boring)
You're boring!
You're boring! (Boring)
Boring!