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Talk}
Huh, the kind of girl that works in Harvey Nicks yeah,
Is the kind of girl that?s got fucking barely rounda bags (?),
And I don?t mean bags bags, I mean like shopping bags, serious.
I never liked Dry Your Eyes anyways,
The only person that liked it was my mum,
You know what I mean,
cos man had flippin overalls on,
the pretty bird behind the tills takin the piss outta man,
even giving man no help.
{CHORUS x2 ? Mike Skinner}
When I drop in Harvey Nicks,
to shop in Harvey Nicks
If I don?t look hardly slick,
or appear hardly fit,
the cashier don?t hardly trip,
the lady hardly flits,
unless im wearing barmy shit,
or garments that are the shit.
{Verse 1 ? Teddy Mitchell}
The last time we was in here, we just lined with despair.
The pretty bird behind the till was flipping thru Marie Claire
Flicking the end of her hair, fidgeting, all nervous,
Had us thinking ?where the fuck is the customer service?!?
Must have been the flippin shabby overalls we?re wearing,
And the batch of Classics that were on the verge of tearing.
Cos Aunty?s front room needed redecorating,
So we painted it light blue to make it look more radiant.
But today that aint the case (na mate!)
It?s Lionel Scott cardigans, that us man were dreamt in
The pretty bird behind the till?s grin is so blatant,
And suckin man?s bottom, cos she must think we got the papers.
So from this day forth, we must always recall,
Never ever to come back in here in overalls,
Cos pretty birds behind tills, they don?t like to smile and talk,
To brehs bowling down in fucking overalls.
{CHORUS}
{Verse 2 ? Tony Mitchell}
It?s as if she?s never seen our mugs in here before,
Cos as soon as we was about to make a move, she released the door,
Pointing her finger at her assistant to attend to both of our needs,
Chucking an opener on the counter, strutting towards Teddy and me.