Feed Your Face

Eating my dinner, watching Live Aid: 'Sit up straight, you scruffy n****.'
'Pass the Black Magic, coffee cream, love?'
'No thanks, dear, I'm trying to watch my figure.'
Feeling peckish, so I went down the chippy, bought some pies and pasties
Didn't give any to the starving n*****, so I'm a fucking nazi
Feed your face, don't give them a second thought
These foreigners need sorting out, they've always got droughts or flooding
We'd make a killing if we opened a chippy, sell loads of chips and gravy
And black puddings
I'm a big fat fucker, heavyweight, I can't help it, I like me bitter
But the blacks and paks have got much fewer since the Chinks found out that
They taste like banana fritters
Feed your face, don't give them a second course