Theaudience

I got the wherewithal to be impolite
If I come looking for you
Instead of being later in a mini for two
That car was never tested and neither were you
I can't believe you keep in touch with computer brood
Even if we're so unxious (sic) what have you got to lose?
You were not arrested
We were never that crude
Just interested
But you've forgotten who's who
Bridge:
But something's got to give
It's up to me to build the bridge
While the season turns the screw
It's only heresay
But who the hell are you?
Chorus:
Time to hang up the boots