What Elvis said

Angry young man, that’s what Elvis said,

Born in the ghetto, born to be dead

The rich sip prosecco, they need to break bread

Self made, self risin, self righteous,

Get paid, get whitin, might just

Angry young fool, votes with his feet,

Walk a mile in these shoes, walk a life on these streets,

Take a bus, take a chance, take the piss,

Take away, take away, fresh fruit nah, how much mate?

Angry young man, an angry boy, an angry young dad,

Family life spoiled by the anger they had,

Look at these wastemen, Who told you that? The telegraph

Self made, self risin, self righteous,

Get paid, get whitin, might just

Angry young man, economic disaster,

Blamed for the failings of the past master,

Where’s the money gone? It’s in the pocket of bastards

Trakkies on, adidas on, nikes are on, but your all wrong,

Suit and tie doesn’t make you right,

You haven’t told the truth for forty nights,

40 days, god washed away this shite.

Self made, self risin, self righteous,

Get paid, get whitin, might just

There’s a hole in your pocket, a drill in your head,

That flat was a tonne now it’s a milly instead,

Flat on your arse, it’s called a bum note,

Note all these bums, they’ve nowhere to go

Angry young man, surrender,

We’ve got the money, we’ve got the police,

Westminster’s ours, we do as we please,

Chill out, lie back, Boris says, Jacob has.

Self made, self risin, self righteous,

Get paid, get whitin, might just.

Self made, self risin, self righteous.