Whiteboy Lyrics - Hey Ma - James

Five nights, no sleep, my mind's battered 

Stock markets free fall, dreams shattered 

Lost cause, pulled up, a sure winner 

Made a few bob, in a new job as a serial killer 

You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man 

You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, boy, man 

You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man 

Every night microwaved, TV dinners 

Mobile phones make her brain shimmer 

Don't say the c word she got the all clear 

That jokes bad taste and so dog eared 

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My mum says I look like Yul Brynner 

Too old for Hamlet, too young for Lear 

Got a shaved head, lost weight, fakir 

Got a pierced lip 'cause it's still hip to appear queer 

You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man 

You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, boy, man 

You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man 

And I'm all mashed up 

Mum's droning on and on, and on, and on 

And I'm all mashed up 

Mum's droning on and on, and on, and on 

She wants this, she wants that 

She wants bling, she wants tat 

She wants creams that can cover the cracks 

Photos 

Wedded bliss, cancer scans 

She wants family man 

Self esteem and her old body back 

She says 

You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man 

You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, boy, man 

You wanna talk to me, whiteboy, man