Letras: Combat 84. Tooled Up. Politically Incorrect.

I aint vegetarian I like to eat meat, I don't wear sandals I wear boots on my feet
If I go out for a night I won't let my bird pay, they say this is wrong in this fucked
up world today
I won't send money to a foreign place, then watch their government stuff their face
I tell the beggars to get off their arse, I'm working not fucking middle class

This whole world is fucking mad, to be politically correct is fucking sad

I'm politically incorrect [x4]

I go out to football in my England shirt, the old bill abuse me and treat me like dirt
I aint done nothing wrong but I have no say, they'd lock me up if they had their way
Why do all the scum and terrorists get off, rapists and muggers, I've had e fucking nuff
We can't offend them or infringe their rights, let's name 'em and shame 'em and hang 'em in the night

This whole world is fucking mad, to be politically correct is fucking sad

I always hold a door to let a lady come through, 'cos this is the right fucking thing to do
I read the News of the world and I like the Sun, but they say I should read the Guardian
But I like page 3 and I like a bit of sport, and I like throwing one up some old sort
So just leave me alone to go down the cafe, 'cos I don't go out mugging or burgling a gaff

This whole world is fucking mad, to be politically correct is fucking sad