The Battle for Gadget Land

We unlock cellular phones

We repair and service drones

We've got ultrasonic sensors to keep foxes away

Everything to do with electricity

This is the battle for gadget land

This is the battle for gadget land

What the hell we fighting for?

I don't think I need you any more

Oh, what the hell we fighting for?

I don't think you need me any more

We sell batteries, triple As

Adhesive strips to secure toupees

If we sold windows they'd be double glazed

This is the battle for gadget land

This is the battle for gadget land

What the hell we fighting for?

I don't think I need you any more

Oh, what the hell we fighting for?

I don't think you need me any more

Right you peasants (no offence), time to curtsey

My name's Justin, I'm the Earl of Chertsey

Money and land, title and privilege, given not hazardly hap (of course not)

A kneeling ovation for the undisputed king of rap (that's me)

Just like you I have eaten mud (mud)

There's nothing blue whatsoever in my blood

But only the finest silks line my suit (oh)

By virtue of my talent on electric lute

What the hell we fighting for?

I don't think I need you any more

Oh, what the hell we fighting for?

I don't think you need me any more

I'm the Earl of Kent

I'm the Earl and you'll do as I tell you