Read All About It Lyrics

Sunday morning drops through the door Read about a judge who's shagging some whore Save our country, rid it from sleaze Plenty of tits for your kids to see Drink, drugs, football thugs Drink, drugs, football thugs Drink, drugs, football thugs Drink, drugs, football thugs Read all about it Little Jimmy Smith is the son of a preacher He's up to no good with his English teacher The old man's fuming, pulling out his hair But I wanna know does anyone care? Ruin someone's life for 50p Don't ever spare a thought for the family Fill your rag with vicious lies Three lines in the back to apologise