Well I'm no sick boy, she's no hand me downnWent to London with a red and brownnOrnamental ruby ring, she saidnPlease tell me just one thingnnWas I a first class nightmare, did I bring you down?nWas I mental, was I what you found?nFilthy and cheap, I apologisenWon't get jealous, won't kill other guysnnWell she's not you, but you're not herenLet's make it clearnWell, Nina said that she was leaving menSo I stuck around for a beernnWell I ain't no street kid, she's no pretty onenLoved the bands and had a lot of funnSaid oh Sam my dearest won't you pleasenPush me down another 10 degreesnnPsycho jukebox, rubber filthy kidnMade me jealous of a boy, she didnSat right down, double danced with menUnderneath the baby dagger treennStood by my wall, seeing as she's smallnIn no time at allnWell Nina died in the bedroomnAnd I went to cry in the hallnnLa la la la la la la lanLa la la la la la la lanLa la la la la la la lanLa la la la la la la la...nnWell she's so you, too much for menWas number 3, eventuallynI love it when you talk so filthy on ma phonenWhen I'm not homenCome here my boy, get me some cheap gearnCome and join us herenWell, Nina said that she was leaving menSo I stuck around for a beernnWell she's not you, but you're not herenLet's make it clearnWell Nina said that she was leaving menSo I stuck around for a beer