Chumbawamba

What a wonderful world
What a wonderful world
A loose door-jamb, light left on
The oldest national lottery
Enter Johnny-go-darkly
Come to spoil my party
Smell of feces lingers
Echo of light fingers
Cold comfort blankets
Steeped in creeping anger
Flatfoot comes poking
Compounding my misery
Grinding pestle and mortar
Adding insult to injury
If only this, if only that,
If only in my guts
See my life before my eyes
Trampled underfoot
(Chorus)
Creepy crawling
(Repeat)
All the creeps go creepy crawling