Nan your a window shopper

Get up in the morning and you like your tea milkyYou fumble for your glasses coz without em you cant seeIts funny how I come round your house and im 20And I still have to wear all the presents you sent meI walk into your kitchen everything’s got a labelYou done your Christmas shopping and we're only in AprilAnd you wont leave your house unless your wearing your thermalsYour covered all in cat hair and your stinking like StrepsilsYour heading down the Bowls ClubHave another orange squashBowls are rollin rollin rollinYou cant walk right coz things aren’t what they wereYour ankles are swollen swollen swollen

Taking a look but you never buy Nan you’re a window shopper You wont pick it up if it's over a five Nan you’re a window shopperGet on the bus coz you still cant driveNan you’re a window shopperMad as fuck only just alive

Walking down the post office to pick up your pensionAnd then your off to Bingo Its become an obsessionSo wary of the kids when their wearin their hoods upAnd even if they smile at you, you think it’s a stick upYou only buy the paper to cut out the couponsYour saving 50p but what do you want with tamponsYour always at the doctor picking up your prescriptionAnd they throw in some K-Y just to ease up the frictionYou got a leak in your colostomy bagYeah its got a hole in hole in hole inAt the weekend your shopping with your trolleyIts sad how your rollin rollin rollin