Google Street View

[Refrain]
It's just like 1984 (1984)
Have we no privacy no more? (Privacy no more, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Can I have a little sleep outside the pub, say?
Or a vomit near a Subway?
Or use a postbox as a crapper?
Without some omnipresent snapper
Catching me with my pants around my knees
In fully-searchable three hundred and sixty degrees
I understand that the neighbours might bork (Yeah, yeah)
When I hang my monthly sacrificial goat on my front porch (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
I can handle their content (Yeah)
But I do not consent (No)
To my goat playing a part in your creepy global experiment

[Refrain]
It's just like 1984 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have we no privacy no morе? (No, no privacy no more)

[Verse 2]
If I bumped into Jimmy as he lеaves an adult store
Carrying edible undies and a sex toy or four (Four)
The chance of our interception (Yeah)
Is a risk he's acceptin' (Yeah)
But that don't mean he wants his bag of butt plugs up on the net (No, no butt plugs)

[Refrain]
It's just like 1984, well (Eighty-four, well)
Even the late Georgie Orwell (Georgie Orwell, yeah)

[Verse 3]
Would surely think he was hearing a fiction
If you tried to describe how far this shit's gone
Would presume you were taking the piss
Bein' happy with technology like this
Where you can sit and watch Jimmy on The Big Fat Quiz (Yeah, yeah)
Whilst peering into the letterbox of that swanky flat of his (Yeah, yeah)

[Refrain]
It's just like 1984