Songtext von Chainstore Chant/Pretty Miss Titty

Working in the chainstore Flip flop, blam blam Working in the chainstore Pockets full of blood Pockets full of blood Pockets full of blood... (repeat) (The bloody pockets, mate!) Pretty Miss Titty She works in the city Whiter than whiter She gets up typewriter Men catch up later They don't love or hate her They just masturbate her potatoe Well big bad businessman Have you any love Old Mother Hubbard Making tea in her cupboard She drinks to her only And feels rather lonely Millie Molly Mad the maid Lying weeping in the shade She's been making it With Old Father Time Well big bad businessman Have you any love Look out you old money bags businessman You gotta prove yr a millionaire They search for your thoughts and They measure your hair They say its just a question Of all the clothes you wear Who knows you there