Gimme some sugar, a little bit salty
No me, I rather prefer when it is balti
Gimme some more, a wee bit short
No me, I rather prefer to go there on foot
Gimme fat oysters, a little less dear
No me, I prefer the mountains to the sea
Gimme some blank, a little more bleak
No me, I prefer folk who dare there to believe
(refrain)
It was forever asking of me
Which is the one way to proceed
To live and delay
And that; you can comprehend fully
Gimme some cool, hot-damned irritation
I very much like to be alone, nigh like so, the crowd
Gimme more time, little less duration
Me, I love to be let be 'n' not to be drunken down
Gimme some action, a little more stress
Me, I love love stories which make me depressed
A little bit close, bit further away
I love, if not seeing oneself, one thinks of me same
(refrain) x2
A little to the rank, a little to the bank
Me, I prefer not to depend on division
More money for you, bit less for the frank
And as for me then when is it one gives in?
(refrain) x3