Bumbag

Raise a glass now
 To the person
 Who invented the word called scum
 He was clever
 Never foolish
 And he knew where you came from
 You're a bumbag
 And a vexer
 And you never let your standards slip
 Cause your standards
 Are so low-down
 Like the pavement you find when you trip
 But I won't trip over
 Look over my shoulder
 You won't get the better of me
 The credit you owe me
 Respect you don't show me
 All makes the better for me
 You look so good from afar
 But you're just a bumbag
 Yes, you are
 You're a parasite
 You're a virus
 You only ever make mistakes
 Like a leper
 Or a tapeworm
 You only ever seem to take
 Now you're livin'
 With your language
 And everyone's avoiding you
 Ask for money
 Ask for cigarettes
 But it's all you ever seem to do
 But I won't trip over
 Look over my shoulder
 You won't get the better of me
 The credit you owe me
 Respect you don't show me
 All makes the better for me
 You look so good from afar
 But you're just a bumbag
 Yes, you are
 All my friend's heads
 Seem to go down
 Whenever you decide to turn up
 Feel so sorry
 For your parents
 When they see your face, they must spew up
 You're the black sheep
 You're the distance
 You should keep your wits about you in town
 Because one day
 It could kill you
 And your body never will be found