Go Out in Blur

I cannot sing along
Dancing with myself
We go get a gun
I sure
I'm feelin', ooh
Dancing with myself
I get into my bed
I do it to myself

To the local
To the lo-o-o I go out
To the lo-o-o-ocal by myself
To the lo-o-o-ocal
I get into my bed
There's nothing to be address now
There's nothing to get hung about
Cos I do it all the time

The shepherd
She done it all again
I get ready to go
The green jokes get to come
He going to the local
He going to the local o-oh
He going to the lo-o-o-ocal
He going to the lo-o-o-ocal

Too many western men
Are probably left undone
Imperious desire
The pepper of luxury
A greedy go ge
She on a roll
She get ready to go
She's dancing with herself

She does it with herself
She does it with herself
She does it on her o-o-o-own
She does it on her o-o-o-own