| Song | Printhead |
| Artist | The Fall |
| Album | Dragnet |
| 作词 : Fall | |
| Hey badges tinkle | |
| T-shirts mingle | |
| Hey you horror-face! | |
| I'm a printhead | |
| I go to pieces | |
| I'm a printhead | |
| I go to pieces yeah | |
| End of catch-line | |
| End of hook-line | |
| We had a two page | |
| It's what we needed | |
| I'm an ill head | |
| My face increases | |
| How my head increases | |
| Real problems, biz | |
| So how is it, yeah | |
| That i've reached here | |
| I thought this game | |
| Would do me good | |
| How could printed vinyl bring you out to here? | |
| We laughed with them | |
| When it was take-the-piss time | |
| I'm no egghead | |
| But i'm an ex-worker man | |
| W.c.-hero friend - and not water closet! | |
| There's a barrier between writer and singer | |
| Uh-huh he's a good man | |
| Although a lazy one | |
| The singer is a neurotic drinker | |
| The band little more than a big crashing beat. | |
| Instruments collide and we all get drunk | |
| The last two lines | |
| Were a quote, yeah | |
| When we read them | |
| We went to pieces | |
| We went to pieces, yeah | |
| We went to pieces, yeah | |
| Regularly | |
| One day a week | |
| I'm a printhead, yeah | |
| Twenty pence a week | |
| Dirty fingers | |
| Printhead x 3 | |
| With print you substitute an ear | |
| For an extra useless eye |
| zuò cí : Fall | |
| Hey badges tinkle | |
| Tshirts mingle | |
| Hey you horrorface! | |
| I' m a printhead | |
| I go to pieces | |
| I' m a printhead | |
| I go to pieces yeah | |
| End of catchline | |
| End of hookline | |
| We had a two page | |
| It' s what we needed | |
| I' m an ill head | |
| My face increases | |
| How my head increases | |
| Real problems, biz | |
| So how is it, yeah | |
| That i' ve reached here | |
| I thought this game | |
| Would do me good | |
| How could printed vinyl bring you out to here? | |
| We laughed with them | |
| When it was takethepiss time | |
| I' m no egghead | |
| But i' m an exworker man | |
| W. c. hero friend and not water closet! | |
| There' s a barrier between writer and singer | |
| Uhhuh he' s a good man | |
| Although a lazy one | |
| The singer is a neurotic drinker | |
| The band little more than a big crashing beat. | |
| Instruments collide and we all get drunk | |
| The last two lines | |
| Were a quote, yeah | |
| When we read them | |
| We went to pieces | |
| We went to pieces, yeah | |
| We went to pieces, yeah | |
| Regularly | |
| One day a week | |
| I' m a printhead, yeah | |
| Twenty pence a week | |
| Dirty fingers | |
| Printhead x 3 | |
| With print you substitute an ear | |
| For an extra useless eye |