"Dr Who?" lyrics
Not a lot of people have got a natural groove, mate
Look at that twat over there
The lights from the party hang everybody up, it's weird
There's not a lot going on out there
Not a lot of people have got a natural groove, mate, yeah
Look at that twat over there
The lights from the party hang everybody up, it's weird
There's not a lot going on out there
Not a lot of people have got a natural rhythm, mate
Look at that twat over there
It's not right, the disco lights
They show everybody up
Ladders, tights, flashing on the paint
In the deep path through the gate
There's not a lot going on upstairs
People do their best, but essentially just create more mess
Because doing your best is lazy ideology
Those who creep under the cameras are depression's nets
Yeah
Not a lot of people have got a natural groove, mate
Look at that twat over there
The lights from the party hang everybody up, it's weird
There's not a lot going on out there
Yeah, white men can't dance
Charles can
You just gotta shut up, ain't you?
Shush, weekly meetings in the cellar
Fine cocks in a ring owned by well-fed mean men
The bath's next to the fire
Christmas Eve, smoke machine
Where streets behind the shopping centre gleam
Not a lot of people have got a natural groove, mate
Look at that twat over there
The lights from the party show everybody up, it's tedious
There's not a lot going on out there
Yeah
Not a lot of people have got a natural groove, mate
Look at that twat over there
The lights from the party show everybody up, it's tedious
There's not a lot going on out there (Yeah)
I was at this, uh, medical conference
Bloke was like, "Blah-blah-blah, doctor", I was like, "Dr. Who?"
Eyes are black on the traffic license
And cold hits before the sun pulls up his tights
Tricks don't trick it, say it to my face
I'll snap your finger, I'm angry
Like Wilson Pickett
Forgotten like Jimmy Cricket
In my head, I'm shiny wood behind a radiator in a pub
That's dead
Dr. Who?
Not a lot of people have got a natural groove, mate
Look at that twat over there
The lights from the party show everybody up, it's tedious
There's not a lot going on out there, yeah
Not a lot of people have got a natural groove, mate
Look at that twat over there
The lights from the party show everybody up, it's tedious
There's not a lot going on out there (Yeah)
Dr. Who?
Look at that twat over there
The lights from the party hang everybody up, it's weird
There's not a lot going on out there
Not a lot of people have got a natural groove, mate, yeah
Look at that twat over there
The lights from the party hang everybody up, it's weird
There's not a lot going on out there
Not a lot of people have got a natural rhythm, mate
Look at that twat over there
It's not right, the disco lights
They show everybody up
Ladders, tights, flashing on the paint
In the deep path through the gate
There's not a lot going on upstairs
People do their best, but essentially just create more mess
Because doing your best is lazy ideology
Those who creep under the cameras are depression's nets
Yeah
Not a lot of people have got a natural groove, mate
Look at that twat over there
The lights from the party hang everybody up, it's weird
There's not a lot going on out there
Yeah, white men can't dance
Charles can
You just gotta shut up, ain't you?
Shush, weekly meetings in the cellar
Fine cocks in a ring owned by well-fed mean men
The bath's next to the fire
Christmas Eve, smoke machine
Where streets behind the shopping centre gleam
Not a lot of people have got a natural groove, mate
Look at that twat over there
The lights from the party show everybody up, it's tedious
There's not a lot going on out there
Yeah
Not a lot of people have got a natural groove, mate
Look at that twat over there
The lights from the party show everybody up, it's tedious
There's not a lot going on out there (Yeah)
I was at this, uh, medical conference
Bloke was like, "Blah-blah-blah, doctor", I was like, "Dr. Who?"
Eyes are black on the traffic license
And cold hits before the sun pulls up his tights
Tricks don't trick it, say it to my face
I'll snap your finger, I'm angry
Like Wilson Pickett
Forgotten like Jimmy Cricket
In my head, I'm shiny wood behind a radiator in a pub
That's dead
Dr. Who?
Not a lot of people have got a natural groove, mate
Look at that twat over there
The lights from the party show everybody up, it's tedious
There's not a lot going on out there, yeah
Not a lot of people have got a natural groove, mate
Look at that twat over there
The lights from the party show everybody up, it's tedious
There's not a lot going on out there (Yeah)
Dr. Who?
