Driving My Escort Cosworth To The Cake Circus

I'm a raving criminal, I've got points on my driving license
I never pay for a parking fine, I'm your stereotypical public nuisance
I'll cut you off at traffic lights, I'll make sure that I'm first in the queue
You'll never get anywhere faster than my escort Cosworth Mark II

Boy

I'm a raving criminal, I've got points on my driving license
I never pay for a parking fine, I'm your stereotypical public nuisance
I'll cut you off at traffic lights, I'll make sure that I'm first in the queue
You'll never get anywhere faster than my escort Cosworth Mark II

I don't want to wash no more
I'm sick and tired of being clean
I would rather be a dirty boy

I don't want to wash no more
I'm sick and tired of being clean
I would rather be a dirty boy

Every time I dive into my picnic box
I realize I've lost all my cakes
And nobody was following
And nobody was telling me about my silly mistakes

Now I'm just a man who thinks the world of frying pans
And everything they do create
I better close the book on it
And hope I get some luck on it before it is too late