Freak The Zutons

It’s a hundred pounds an hour
Or two hundred for the day
I’ll take cash or credit card
I don’t mind how you pay

It’s a funny kind of business
When you’re in demand
A social man or policeman
Would never understand

Started back in oh-six
When I was down and out
Not a conjure up together
Left in no doubt

I looked at the computer
And I had to make the choice
One was cleaning toilets
And the other needed boys

Now I’m a freak
I get my money through love
And I’m a freak
But it hurts me so much

I’m living by the hour
Sometimes by the day
Always gets me outta bed
And never goes away