Just like Paris if Paris is made of concrete
And if it's nice outside we'll sit between the cafe scaffolding
I'm a star of the blockbuster melancholy
But I also want a Costa and a massive Aldi
I work part-time and I don't know why
I need a big, big house to keep my tat inside
Bored of coughing up the signs
And taking orders from abroad but their pleasure's on-line
My pockets must have holes
'Cause I don't know where it all goes
I want the best I can afford
I want it all and I want more
If its the strip, arcade or precinct
Instincts take me to the mall (uh huh, uh huh)
I'll wear my heart upon my sleeve and party badges on my tote
I fancy something fancy I don't care what it costs
That's why I wear Primark Armani
'Cause posh don't come out in the wash
Look at the state of the art
A perfect view of the past
Put your face up to the glass and watch it dying
My pockets must have holes
'Cause I don't where it all goes
Ah, the best I can afford
I want it all and I want more
Just take the money and run
Seems to know what I need
Seems to know what I need
Seems to know what I need
My pockets must have holes
'Cause I don't know where it all goes
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
I want it all and I want more
Seems to know what I need
Seems to know what I need
Seems to know what I need
Oh, can't I just get these?