Man On A Tram by The Bedroom Philosopher Lyrics

Hello
Yeah I am
Just on a tram
Man on a tram
Man on a tram I am
Man on a tram with a player caled Stan from Pran, From Pran I am
Talking bout shares, gettin' lots of stares
No-one really cares, my voice really blares
Big tram, slow tram
Do you wanna go tram? Nah know what chu mean
Wearing bad chinos, drinking cappucinos
Smell like jalepenos came from the casino
Middle class, white arse
Upper class, tight arse
Cars in the shop, taxi wouldn't stop
Hanging with the plebs, No-one's on their meds
Someone should call the feds, check the guy with the dreds
Go through his sheds, he's probobly cooking up some reds
Kids'll ingest end up on their deathbed, no doubt their heads read

Righty-o better go
Lemme know if the CEO's a no show or no go
And See if the C O
C, O, P, S, R, E, A, C, P,?
Thanks Fi
Sell, Sell, Sell
Swell, Swell, Swell
Man on a tram
Man on a tram I am, Goddamn
Gotta scram there's a man called Sam scamming for a gram
And a madman grab and handful of ham
On the tram, going slow
On the phone, what a man
Got to go