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VERSE 1
What a glamorous life sometimes [?]
It's the end of the day, I'm on my Jack Jones
My bus is full of gear to unload
So I drive to where it lives at my studio

VERSE 2
Someone's brain was [?]
When they parked their car and blocked the road
I was ready to explode
Minutes passed but time had slowed

PRE-CHORUS
I'm not a law breaker, I'm a melody maker
Who was upset that afternoon
I was on it, eight bricks on the bonnet
Expressed my point of view

CHORUS
0-60 in three seconds' flat
0-60 in three seconds' flat
From the giftеd to an utter twat
It's 0-60 in three seconds' flat

VERSE 3
The ownеr turned up, two people in tow
As I put bricks seven and eight down just so
I thought they looked quite artistic
She didn't share my view, went ballistic

PRE-CHORUS
She ranted, shouted, her finger wagged
I had never known such spittled flack
We went round in circles, no ending approached
So I got in my bus, bye bye I go

CHORUS
0-60 in three seconds' flat
0-60 in three seconds' flat
From the gifted to an utter twat
It's 0-60 in three seconds' flat

A few weeks later I was taken away
Photographed, fingerprinted, DNA'd
Like it or not I'm on the database
Arrested and advised that anything I say
Could be used in evidence against the smile on my face

So now I close my eyes and count to ten
If the vindictive side of me kicks in
An apprehended villain, hey that's me in the stats
0-60 in three seconds flat

CHORUS
0-60 in three seconds' flat
0-60 in three seconds' flat
From the gifted to an utter twat
It's 0-60 in three seconds' flat

OUTRO
In three seconds flat
From the gifted to an utter twat
It's 0-60 in three seconds flat
It's 0-60 in three seconds flat
0-60 in three seconds flat