"Rebel Without A Paunch"
So my hair is sorta thinning and a colour's been applied
And, yeah, okay, about the paunch – I guess I sorta lied
But you won't hear me whining like those f*cking teeny stars
When I'm standing at the mirror and I'm playing air guitar
Rock and roll is music for the angry and depraved
So you can't really rock and roll 'til you're middle aged
Moaning between head jobs, rock stars say they're so depressed
They should try out a real job and a boss that's not impressed
If it's so f*cking hard being young, beautiful and rich
Come on down the office, cockhead, I'd be glad for us to switch
The Prodigy despise normal men, Keith studded his own tongue
But the pain of that don't compare to actually being one
Oooh, it must be so f*cking hard for all the Trainspotting crew
To have to live in an alienated life in the proletariat milieu
While all us normal middle-class wanker types are trying
Not to have such a great f*cking time working 40 years then dying
Every f*cking adolescent moans about how they're so deprived
What do you f*cking think it's like turning 45?
"Oh no!" I say to the wife, "Another album's due
Another tour of the world, oh, what am I going to do?
Oh, it's such a hassle, the fans just won't leave me alone
Remember the great old days with three kids and a loan?
Can't go to Safeways, got a photo shoot, and I'm stoned
By the way, I nearly forgot – Madonna phoned"
Hey, who doesn't wanna rock and roll all day and party every night?
Every adult's a boring turd, that's exactly f*cking right
"You'll never join the normal world," says your anguished teenage voice
Well I don't ever remember someone giving me a f*cking choice
So you can sing about rebellion and experiment with drug bingeing
But you won't get really angry till your teenage kids start whingeing
