Derail And Crash

I met you for months last SundayMy oh my, what a happy clappy fun day!We started our first jobs in cateringHad no idea the pain this cheap pay could bringNow that your tickle has become a scratchThis ghost train will derail and crashLike Blackpool's Pepsi MaxWe will derail and crashYou moved my wardrobe out the front doorA slight indication of what I've come home, what I'm in forYou were watching Tarantino loud on wide-screenI catch your eye and the barrel points at meNow that your tickle has become a scratchThis ghost train will derail and crashLike Blackpool's Pepsi MaxWe will derail and crash