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I've no alibi, I'm so bad I cryI've no alibi, laugh until I cryI talk shite, shite, shite, and they buy, buy, buy, buy itI talk shite, shite, shite, and they buy, buy, buy, buy itI wish I was cute and I looked the partGold chain round my neck and on each arm a tartI wish I was cool with the hip crowd inI could take all my lyrics and throw them in the binI'd have a six pack stomach like your man AndreDrive round in my jeep and at nightime 'Parte'I'd write throwaway lyrics, with no meaning at allAnd I'd work on my appearance for the MTV ballCare more about how I looked and how I came acrossThan the drivel I was writing, for words I'm at a lossI could put out what I liked, just as long as it had a beatAnd the masses would love it, they would mob me on the streetPour some serious money into the videoHave some fly girls shaking their asses don't you knowI could dress up like a gangster rapper and pretend I'm from the streetEven if I was a rich white idiotEveryone would love me, they'd have no feckin choiceCoz I'd be pushed right down their throatNot once, not twice but thriceLetras de cancionesIn the papers, up on billboards, in the news and on your screensI'd be haunting you, you'd probably even see me in your dreamsAnd the media monster, I'd be riding on its backI'd be hunting poor unfortunates, with my truncheon eardrums crackGet an overall tan, sign my autograph for a quidAnd I'd put across a message that would say this to a kidI'm so trendy, I'm so talented, I'm so handsome. I'm so coolBuy my tape and praise me, I'm a god you foolYou're not trendy, you're not talented, you're not handsome, you're not hipI'll be all these things for you and my lyrics will equipEquip you for Eh? Eh? Mmm ?Oh yeah, CDs, posters, T-shirts, all my ice cool merchandiseSo go now, quickly as you can, to your nearest retail outletAnd don't be shy my friend, spend, spend, spend, spend, spendSpend, spend, spend, spend, spend, and remember thatI LOVE YOU From Letras Mania