Infant Sorrow

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Oi oi (oi oi)
Put your dominant hand up high
With your dominant hand in the sky.
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Oi oi (oi oi)
Put your hand up for sex
For me and me helmet and wherever it winds up next.
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Oi oi (oi oi)
Put your hand up for our queen
For shagging five birds in the back of me limousine.
I felt particularly in tune with the cosmos
I feel in tune with it tonight.
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Oi oi (oi oi)
Put your hand up for love
While snogging down South while jiggling upper grub.
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Oi oi (oi oi)
Put your dominant hand up high
Put your dominant hand . . .