Barnfield Estate

Skunky boy Comes from the holy farm Skunky boy Come from the holy barn Cuz in his flat There lay's a dirty bird And when he gets home from the bookies He acts like a dirty berk Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him Sometimes His flat really stinks Sometimes His minds on the blink A brutalist man Lives in a brutalist block Moulded by the hands He is read like a clock Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him Cuz everything doesn't mean anything to him Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh