Come on sue me, but the city’s had enough of you
From Charing Cross up to the streets of Edgware
The Old Kent Road up to the heart of Mayfair
Come on sue me, I’ll be waiting in the witness box
With a cup of coffee and a strong defence
Collated from the Sunday supplements
So sue me on my debit card
Sue me for my council flat
Broken laptop and old cassettes
Are you tempted yet?
Come on sue me, but you’ve stolen something beautiful
If everything is such a game to you
You won’t begrudge me taking shots at you
So call your lawyer if you find a firm that’s low enough
It’s hardly what they went to law school for
If your money’s tainted then it won’t go far
So sue me for my mobile phone
Sue me for my off-peak calls
Just be careful if **** calls
‘Cos they’re after you
And though your face, it seems familiar
I don’t consider I can trust you
You made your profits from circumstance
And if the only way to get the people back onside is through compromise
There’s no compromise
So come on tell me am I finally getting through to you
I’m not quite sure this is enough for libel
I’m not quite sure this is enough at all
So maybe I should drop another hint, another clue
Well you’re a Pisces with a certain smile
You’re the man who doesn’t care at all
So sue me for my library card
Sue me for my Travelcard
Try the bus or the Underground
To attend the trial.
