Printhead

Hey badges tinkle T-shirts mingle Hey you horror-face! I'm a printhead I go to pieces I'm a printhead I go to pieces yeah End of catch-line End of hook-line We had a two page It's what we needed I'm an ill head My face increases How my head increases Real problems, biz So how is it, yeah That I've reached here I thought this game Would do me good How could printed vinyl bring you out to here? We laughed with them When it was take-the-piss time I'm no egghead But I'm an ex-worker man W.C.-hero friend - and not water closet! There's a barrier between writer and singer Uh-huh he's a good man Although a lazy one The singer is a neurotic drinker The band little more than a big crashing beat. Instruments collide and we all get drunk The last two lines Were a quote, yeah When we read them We went to pieces We went to pieces, yeah We went to pieces, yeah Regularly One day a week I'm a printhead, yeah Twenty pence a week Dirty fingers Printhead Printhead Printhead With print you substitute an ear For an extra useless eye