I used to be disgusting, now I'm just obscene
I lick the feet of lamp posts where dogs have recently
been
I loiter near the pet shop, I loiter with intent
I loiter near the hamsters, then I loiter in the gents
(We spy creeps and lechers behind our privet hedges)
(Come on, chant a shanty for the village vigilante)
(We prosecute and pester poofs and child molesters)
(Come on, chant a shanty for the village vigilante)
Some men's wee is orange, some men's wee is yellow
I collect it up in jam jars and hide it under my pillow
Sometimes we have wee parties, my friend Nigel likes to
boil it
Jason has a spot of milk, I like it straight from the
toilet
(We've watched you being offensive behind our picket
fences)
(Come on, chant a shanty for the village vigilante)
(Perverts all despise us, we're the fairy liquidisers)
(Come on, chant a shanty for the village vigilante)