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Another armchair Hitler casts his edicts from the bar

Nursing a pint and a bag of pork scratchings He's gonna put you straight like it or not

You're gonna learn how it should be If he was in charge, everything would be so

Much better

Shut your mouth, just give it a rest

You're a sad little man with your little pigeon chest

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up

Kids today don't know how lucky they've got

It going on The earth is flat, cos you can't prove me

Wrong We'd win cup every time if they followed

My orders We wouldn't have dinghies invading our borders

Facts don't matter, cos I just know better

Shut your mouth, won't you give it a rest

You're an angry little man, try and get it off your chest

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up Why don't you give it a rest

When you were on the tools, Well, you were the best

You weren't surrounded by Communists You're a whizz on Pop master if they don't

Play the modern hits

Opinions are like arseholes And everybody's got one And

It's no surprise that yours is Full of shit

Shut your mouth, can't you Give it a rest You're an angry Little man with your little

Pigeon chat Shut up, shut up, Shut up, can't you give

It a rest Shut your mouth, just Give us a break

You're a sad little man that only speaks with hate

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut Up, shut up Can't you give it a Rest

Can't you give it a rest

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut Up, shut up Just give it a rest