Lyrics

First the computer broke
The phone’s down, this place is a joke
Nigel’s wrecked, reset the board
Studio must be five degrees
The time has come
To paint for free
A mural wall
No cash homie
The time has come
For underpants
It’s Michael’s read
While Tony rants
What has become of this old orange yakker?
Shilling rachets and beds by Casper.
Counts in his den when he is stressing
While Bootsie's sacked out in a bed for Chessie.

A parody of "Beds Are Burning" by Midnight Oil