white shirt 
wrap-around black shades 
chauffeur from outta town 
i don't need to put you down 
fake gold rings and tattoos 
were hot red and were still sore 
i'm working class not poor 
he's too scared to say the things 
he's feeling deep inside 
he calls it cockney pride 
i wanna come inside your life 
oh you're so mean 
i wanna come inside your life 
oh you're so mean 
i wanna come inside your life 
oh you're so mean 
borstal sex never bothered you 
evel knievel sniffing glue 
it's what you wanted to do 
as for me i'm doing fine 
in the gutter with halliwell 
it's time to kiss and tell 
sell my story, sell my soul 
to a dickhead from the star-4 
who remembers eddie shah? 
i wanna come inside your life 
oh you're so mean 
i wanna come inside your life 
oh you're so mean 
i wanna come inside your life 
oh you're so mean