Hey badges tinkle
T-shirts mingle


Hey you horror-face!


Im a printhead
I go to pieces
Im a printhead
I go to pieces yeah


End of catch-line
End of hook-line


We had a two page
Its what we needed
Im an ill head
My face increases
How my head increases
Real problems, biz


So how is it, yeah
That Ive reached here
I thought this game
Would do me good


How could printed vinyl bring you out to here?


We laughed with them
When it was take-the-piss time
Im no egghead
But Im an ex-worker man
W.c.-hero friend - and not water closet!


Theres a barrier between writer and singer
Uh-huh hes a good man
Although a lazy one
The singer is a neurotic drinker
The band little more than a big crashing beat.
Instruments collide and we all get drunk


The last two lines
Were a quote, yeah
When we read them
We went to pieces


We went to pieces, yeah
We went to pieces, yeah
Regularly


One day a week
Im a printhead, yeah
Twenty pence a week
Dirty fingers


Printhead x 3


With print you substitute an ear
For an extra useless eye