Pauline Pantsdown - I Don't Like It Lyrics
I don’t like it, when you turn my voice aboutI don’t like it, when you vote One Nation outMy language has been murdered, my language has been murderedMy shopping trolley murdered, my groceries just gone!I don’t like it, when you turn my voice aboutI don’t like it, when you vote One Nation outMy language has been murdered, my language has been murderedMy shopping trolley murdered, my groceries just gone!1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 racist, rubbish, racist hate.1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 racist, rubbish, racistFeel the heatI don’t like it, when umm… railway lines are whiteI don’t like it when umm… day becomes nightMy language has been murdered, my language has been murderedMy shopping trolley murdered, my groceries just gone!I don’t like it, no, no, no I don’t, never did,I don’t like it, I don’t like anything!I don’t like it, no, no, no I don’t nowhere nearI don’t like it, I don’t like anything!Please explain, why can’t my blood be coloured whiteI should talk to some medical doctors, coloured blood is just not rightI don’t like anything, I can't do anything about itBut I like dancing, and I like the discoCoz I left my heart, in san fransisco, yeah!Feel the heat on the street, dance to the beat out of your seatFeel the heat on the street, dance to the beat out of your seatGet down, get down, down, downI don’t like anything, except I like neil diamond, yeah!Disco dance, disco danceDisco nation, not a chanceDisco dance, disco danceOut of my tree, out of my branchI don’t like it, no, no, no I don’t never did,I don’t like it, I don’t like anything!I don’t like it, no, no, no I don’t, I don’t careI don’t like it, I don’t like anything!I don’t like a puppet without stringsThere's a muppet in the wingsAnd it's saying racist things, I wont cop that, no wayI, I, I, I don’t like anythingVideo killed the racist star,Howard wonders what you areBut he is on the scrapheap too, bit of a DownerI don’t like anything, I can't do anything about itBut I like dancing, and I like the discoCoz I left my heart, in san fransisco, yeah!Feel the heat on the street, dance to the beat out of your seatFeel the heat on the street, dance to the beat out of your seatI don’t like it, no, no, no I don’t never did,I don’t like it, I don’t like anything!I don’t like it, no, no, no I don’t, I don’t careI don’t like it, I don’t like anything!No the whole thing is wrong, and it stinks and I don’t like it
