Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Skinny white boy on the tartan streets
Decent side pipe
With his pretty yellow smile
And the breath of Vegemite
And he can't get hard
But then again, yeah, then again, he might
Skinny white boy on the tartan streets
Gonna get his money right

Yeah, I know you're the
Only person who doesn't deserve it
But I'm always gonna give 'em to you, oh
My dead eyes
Oh, but you'd know 'bout that, wouldn't you?
'Cause you've got dead eyes too

Skinny white boy with the broken wrists
Looking for a line
Doesn't matter if it's blue
Doesn't matter if it's white
Doesn't matter if it's brown
And definitely don't matter if it's shite
Skinny white boy with the broken wrists
Gonna get that pain right

Yeah, I know you're the
Only person who doesn't deserve it
But I'm always gonna give 'em to you, oh
My dead eyes, oh
Yeah, I know you see
The dog on the road, but I'm not gonna swerve it
And I smile while I give 'em to you, oh
My dead eyes
Oh, but you'd know 'bout that, wouldn't you?
You've got dead eyes too