Chainstore Chant / Pretty Miss Titty
Workin' in the chainstore
Flip flop, blah blah
Workin' in the chainstore
Pockets full of blood
Pockets full of blood
Pockets full of blood
Pockets full of blood
Pockets full of blood
Pockets full of blood
Pockets full of blood
Pockets full of blood
Pockets full of blood
Pockets full of blood
They're bloody pockets, mate
The pretty Miss Titty
She works in the city
Whiter than whiter
She gets her typewriter
Men catch her later
They don't love or hate her
They just masturbate her potater
Well, big bad businessman
Have you any love?
Big bad businessman
Have you any love?
Old Mother Hubbard
Making tea in her cupboard
She drinks to her only
And feels rather lonely
Millie Molly had the maid
Lying naked in the shade
She's been making it
With old Father Time
Well, big bad businessman
Have you any love?
Big bad businessman
Have you any love?
It is night
It is not night
I'm happy
I'm not happy
I'm sad
I'm not sad
Je marche
Je marche pas
You gotta prove you're a millionaire
They search you for thoughts and they measure your hair
The clothes you wear, who knows you there
The pretty Miss Titty
She works in the city
Whiter than whiter
She gets her typewriter
Men catch her later
They don't love or hate her
They just masturbate her potater
Well, big bad businessman
Have you any love?
Big bad businessman
Have you any love?
Big bad businessman
Have you any love?
Big bad businessman
Have you any love?
