Touch Sensitive

Heeeey! hey! hey! hey!
 Well everyone you meet,
 In the pubs and on the street
 Is touch sensitive.
 Don't frown and you're a creep
 If you smile you're a liar
 If you don't say it's bitter cold
 You're drunken, too.
 {hey! hey! hey! hey! ... hey! hey! hey! hey!}
 They say what about the money?
 But I think that I'm industry [in the street? ]
 I think they've got a bloody cheeck.
 I'm livin' in a pawnshop weekly
 [in delia's]
 What don't want a little kip
 Yeah!
 {they're touch sensitive.}
 {hey! hey! hey! hey!)
 Touch sensitive
 Old people worry about the milk
 But in the street they call you filth.
 Houses line up
 Volume tremors
 Pass down your barber till your carrot speaks
 Stand back and laugh.
 You are burstin' for a pee
 So you go behind a tree
 Two coppers followed safe
 That as will be the end
 The best thing is to stay home
 And have a wank.