The bottom feels so much better than the top! So much better
Nan, you’re a window shopper Taking a look, but you never buy Nan, you’re a window shopper You won’t pick it up if it’s over a fiver Nan, you’re a window shopper Get on the bus ’cause you still can’t drive Nan, you’re a window shopper Mad as fuck, only just alive
Get up in the morning and you like your tea milky You fumble for your glasses ’cause without them, you can’t see It’s funny how I come ’round your house and I’m twenty And I still have to wear all the presents you sent me I walk into your kitchen, everything’s got a label You done your Christmas shopping and we’re only in April And you won’t leave the house unless you’re wearing your thermals You’re covered all in cat hair and you’re stinking like Strepsils You’re heading down the Bowl’s Club Have another orange squash Balls are rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ You can’t walk right ’cause things aren’t what they were Your ankles are swollen, swollen, swollen
Nan, you’re a window shopper Taking a look, but you never buy Nan, you’re a window shopper You won’t pick it up if it’s over a fiver Nan, you’re a window shopper Get on the bus ’cause you still can’t drive Nan, you’re a window shopper Mad as fuck, only just alive
You’re walking down the post office to pick up your pension And then you’re off to Bingo, it’s become an obsession So weary of the kids when they’re wearing their hoods up And even if they smile at you, you think it’s a stick-up You only buy the paper just to cut out the coupons You’re saving 50p, but what do you want with tampons? You’re always at the doctor picking up your prescription And they throw in some K-Y just to ease up the friction You got a leak in your colostomy bag Yeah, it’s got a hole in, hole in, hole in At the weekend you’re shopping with your trolley It’s sad how you’re rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Nan, you’re a window shopper Taking a look, but you never buy Nan, you’re a window shopper You won’t pick it up if it’s over a fiver Nan, you’re a window shopper Get on the bus ’cause you still can’t drive Nan, you’re a window shopper Mad as fuck, only just alive