I met you for months last sunday

My oh my, what a happy clappy fun day!

We started our first jobs in catering

Had no idea the pain this cheap pay could bring

Now that your tickle has become a scratch

This ghost train will derail and crash

Like blackpool's pepsi max

We will derail and crash

You moved my wardrobe out the front door

A slight indication of what I've come home, what I'm in for

You were watching tarantino loud on wide-screen

I catch your eye and the barrel points at me

Now that your tickle has become a scratch

This ghost train will derail and crash

Like blackpool's pepsi max

We will derail and crash