作曲 : John Lawler & Gordon McRory & Barry Wallace
How can the things she said all possibly be true? 
That everything 
I ever got 
I give to you 
Is this a bam up? 
Oh cause this is sick you know 
You know I’ll break your fingers then 
I’ll break your toes 
Y’know my dealer takes me everywhere he goes 
He got a pure white tan 
Yes he’s my every man 
Don’t make me sink my teeth into your bloody nose 
I met her, there on the backseat 
Oh oh oh oh oh 
On the backseat 
Oh oh oh oh oh 
On the backseat 
Oh oh oh Oh oh oh 
He said you’ve been stealing my best moves now for days 
I could’ve killed you in so many different ways 
But you’re so funny and 
I kinda like your band 
I hate these cunts from 
London they don’t try enough 
They think they’re mental cause they’ve tried harder stuff 
But they’re just rich kids yes, all in a fuckin mess 
I tried to kiss her but she’s lookin pretty rough 
I met her, there on the backseat 
Oh oh oh oh oh 
On the backseat 
Oh oh oh oh oh 
On the backseat 
Oh oh oh Oh oh oh 
Oh my dearest won't you let us 
Be my nearest don’t forget us 
Lye, la, la, lye 
Ella said you’d gladly give us 
Everything but wont forgive us 
Lye, la, la, lye 
La, la, lye 
La, la, lye 
I met her, there on the backseat 
Oh oh oh oh oh 
On the backseat 
Oh oh oh oh oh 
On the backseat 
Oh oh oh There on the backseat 
I met her, there on the backseat 
Oh oh oh oh oh 
On the backseat 
Oh oh oh oh oh 
On the backseat