350 Quid

Pity my sad story
I can not explain exactly why I did what I did
A little tale to tell to my mates in an army barracks
For grown men and thick kids
They imply that I am weak
But I smack it 'cause it’s a freak
Three hundred for what you did
Three hundred and fifty quid
The gym is costly
And the yearly fee would surely not release my frustration
Follow one sad freak
With more guts than I would accrue
If I lived to a million
Don’t imply that I am weak
I smack it 'cause it’s a freak
Three hundred for what you did
Three hundred and fifty quid