Stick yer blue-tick up yer arse, stick yer blue-tick up yer arse,
Take yer blue blue-tick, and then proceed to stick,
It all right up yer arse.
Stick yer gray-tick up yer arse, yer government is a farce,
Take yer gray gray-tick, and be authorised to stick,
It all right up yer arse.
Stick yer gold-tick up yer arse, along with yer foie gras,
Take yer gold gold-tick, and have yer butler stick,
It all right up yer arse.
Take a message that’s inspiring, and yer closing on aspiring,
But the limit keeps expiring, so ya give up without tiring,
And stick it all right up yer arse.
Take yer tight letters fer paupers, those shitey sentence stoppers,
Yer no havin any ah ma coppers, ya must be on the poppers,
Stick it aw right up yer arse.
Ya canny stick any ih it up yer arse, it’s nae real and widnae pass,
Ya need tae print it oot for later, or write it doon on paper,
And stick it aw right up yer arse.
It’s the end of this endeavour, so it’s a better time than ever,
To choose the perfect lever, whilst trying to look clever,
And stick it all right up my arse.
Stick yer blue-tick up yer arse, stick yer blue-tick up yer arse,
Take yer blue blue-tick, and then proceed to stick,
It all right up yer arse.
..I’ve got big-peoples’ things to do.. bye’ee!