Letra de Driving My Escort Cosworth To The Cake Circus
I'm a raving criminal, I've got points on my driving license I never pay for a parking fine, I'm your stereotypical public nuisance I'll cut you off at traffic lights, I'll make sure that I'm first in the queue You'll never get anywhere faster than my escort Cosworth Mark IIBoyI'm a raving criminal, I've got points on my driving license I never pay for a parking fine, I'm your stereotypical public nuisance I'll cut you off at traffic lights, I'll make sure that I'm first in the queue You'll never get anywhere faster than my escort Cosworth Mark III don't want to wash no more I'm sick and tired of being clean I would rather be a dirty boyI don't want to wash no more I'm sick and tired of being clean I would rather be a dirty boyEvery time I dive into my picnic box I realize I've lost all my cakes And nobody was following And nobody was telling me about my silly mistakesNow I'm just a man who thinks the world of frying pans And everything they do create I better close the book on it And hope I get some luck on it before it is too late