The Kleptones Nu Rip Off - 1230 Lyrics

At the third stroke the time will be 12:34 and 20 seconds
Could I have egg, sausage, chips and beans, and a tea?
Hey man, how you feeling?
f___ that business s___ man, give me cocaine and drugs and a flash car and a nightclub and a couple of groupies and I'll be sound, you know
How do you feel about the current state of popular music?
Very clean and nice, antiseptic, useless
I gotta say, like, I respect artists, don't get me wrong, but this is something anyone could whip up in ten minutes in GarageBand
And watch this moron at the mixing board just love his pathetic little track
What the hell is the matter with people nowadays?
Yeah, yeah, exactly

In the moonlight
Fighting with the night
It's a rip-off
Kissing all the slain
I'm bleeding in the rain
It's a rip-off
Such a rip-off

Rocking in the nude
I'm feeling such a dude
It's a rip-off
Dancing in the dark
With the tramps in the park
It's a rip-off
Such a rip-off

See your baby's stud
Sliding in my mud
It's a rip-off
Bleached on the beach
I want to tickle your peach
It's a rip-off
See the girl dance
In her man-skin pants
She's a rip-off
Terraplane Tommy
Wants to bang your gong
It's a rip-off
Such a rip-off

Gypsy girl's good
People treat her like a fool
She's a rip-off
The President's weird
He's got a burgundy beard
It's a rip-off
Such a rip-off

I'm the King of the Highway
I'm the Queen of the Hop
You should see me
At the Governor's ball
Doing the rip-off bop
I'm a social person
I'm the creature in disguise
There's a man with a whip on his silver lip
Living inside my eyes

I'm the cat from the alley
I'm the fleetfoot voodoo man
There's very little that's ever said
All of which I understand

Caught like a song
That stays in time
It's a rip-off
If it's hers
Well it must be mine
It's a rip-off
Such a rip-off

Dancing in the nude
Feeling such a dude
It's a rip-off
Mountains of the Moon
Remind me of my spoon
It's a rip-off
Such a rip-off

Bleached on the beach
I want to tickle your peach
It's a rip-off
See the girl dance
In her man-skin pants
She's a rip-off
Do it again, woah!

FIRE!
That's the fire
FIRE!
That's the fire
Back to work, back to work, everybody, work, work, work, work