white shirt    wrap-around black shades    chauffeur from outta town    i don't need to put you down    fake gold rings and tattoos    were hot red and were still sore    i'm working class not poor    he's too scared to say the things    he's feeling deep inside    he calls it cockney pride    i wanna come inside your life    oh you're so mean    i wanna come inside your life    oh you're so mean    i wanna come inside your life    oh you're so mean    borstal sex never bothered you    evel knievel sniffing glue    it's what you wanted to do    as for me i'm doing fine    in the gutter with halliwell    it's time to kiss and tell    sell my story, sell my soul    to a dickhead from the star-4    who remembers eddie shah?    i wanna come inside your life    oh you're so mean    i wanna come inside your life    oh you're so mean    i wanna come inside your life    oh you're so mean