Songtexte: Buzzcocks. Don't Mess Me 'Round.

Gonna have to cut you down to size, you're running out of style
I'm gonna kit you out with a subterranean profile
Don't you push me too far, it's gonna be bad for your health
You'll wind up just a friend to the ghost of your former self

Don't mess me 'round
Don't you mess me 'round
You put me down
Don't mess me 'round

Any more of your mouth and we'll both see red
I'll pin your bottom lip to the top of your head
You've got too much talkie-talkie, don't say one more thing
I'll make your insides look like a Jackson Pollock painting

Don't mess me 'round
Don't you mess me 'round
You put me down
Don't mess me 'round