'Neet with Jay' To the tune of 'Perfect Day' by Lou Reed Just a neet with Jay Drink ale & meths in the park And then later, when it gets dark, he rolls tabs Just a neet with Jay No one else has turned up They’re watching the FA cup – the gret cnuts Chorus: Oh it's just a neet with Jay I wish I’d spent it alone Oh just a neet with Jay He just keeps wittering on (x2) Just a neet with Jay Cos Hartog’s guts have dropped out And TM’s got AIDS & gout Up his bum Just a neet with Jay Dillinger has let us down Without armbands he would drown Cos he’s 2 Chorus: Oh it’s just a neet with Jay I wish we’d spent it with Becks In a York Hotel And our spongle in her kecks (x2) You're going to ream just who you rim You're going to ream just who you rim You're going to ream just who you rim You're going to ream just who you rim
I know. I'm tired. I've eaten too much food. I basically feel how you look ... like a bloated fat tw4t.
At last. I'm no longer considered to be a member of the least cool set I've ever been considered to be a member of.