Bin Liner Fashion

I can't wear hats, I just get slagged
 I get dressed up in plastic bags
 For some reason, whatever the season
 Bin liner fashion can look like anything
 Full from swallowing a filling
 Pritt Stick all my teeth back in
 I'll still be gappy, but might be happy
 Watching the pot boil and wearing tin foil
 I can't wear hats, I still get slagged
 We got the alphabet in the bag
 To remember it, I have to sing it
 And no one ever joins in with
 There's a point where I stopped being cute
 There's a full stop on my youth
 I guess it's when it's I go to the dentist
 To chew the ear off the unexpected
 In barber's chair
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 They laugh at my hair
 Over talking about wrestling
 Over and over and over again
 I gave up on general hygiene
 Financial savings and exercising
 He keeps asking why at them
 What's a question? Is this a question?
 Oh!
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 I can't wear hats, I just get slagged
 I can dress up in plastic bags
 For some reason, whatever the season
 Bin liner fashion can look like anything
 I can't wear hats, I still get slagged
 Got the alphabet in the bag
 To remember it, I have to sing it
 And no one ever joins in with