Go on admit, your foot started tapping!!!!!!!

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[intro]

[verse 1]

Mornin' Mr Banks, we still feelin' the same?

My face, a mask of anguish and of pain.

Doc said, I've got something that ends in 'sis,

Can't pronounce the name, but hurts a lot when I piss.

[verse 2]

They keep sending me for tests, a probe or a scan.

exclusive private clinic, where I get talk to the man.

My brother he comes in, and sits beside my bed.

I tell him to clear off, and go and paint my shed.

[chorus]

Let Banksy paint my shed.

In grey and brown and red

Let Banksy paint my shed.

An' bury me in it when I'm dead

[verse 3]

The one I've got is rotten and it's green.

Got to be the ugliest shed you've seen.

Painted by a man who did the fences,

army surplus paint, used for defences.

[chorus]

Let Banksy paint my shed.

In grey and brown and red

Let Banksy paint my shed.

An' bury me in it when I'm dead

[verse 4]

My brother Banksy, will help me out,

When he's not away and messing about.

Doing this, doing that, always in a rush,

uses spray cans and hasn't got a brush?

[verse 5]

Reckons he'll be famous when he dies,

I haven't got the heart, so I tell him lies.

Those paint fumes, they've gone to his head,

he's never gonna get rich, painting a garden shed.

[chorus]

Let Banksy paint my shed.

In grey and brown and red

Let Banksy paint my shed.

An' bury me in it when I'm dead

[outro]