9 ContributorsThe Jamie Oliver Petrol Station Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I was at the Jamie Oliver Petrol Station

I needed deli but God, I hate him

That man should not have his face on posters

I feel so angry and sad at most, huh

But then I think of the New York skyline

The West Cork of the Yankee eyeline

Then get to thinking I have it wrong, tho'

Let me explain cuz I'm never wrong though

Things are ugly to me I get it

A flip phone with a lack of credit

And others beautiful I remember

Blanch right at the end of December

[Chorus]

So, OK, don't be a bitch

The man's got kids

And they wouldn't like this

I’m saying, OK, don't be a bitch

The man's got kids

And they wouldn't like this

Oh

[Post-Chorus]

Mmmmh, this is making no sense to the average listener

Let me try explain myself in a few words

[Verse 2]

I make up places like Finglas, Tennessee

A mish-mash of what should and shouldn't be

The smoking area concerned glances

Shes really mental, it's not just acting

There's always something I'm missing out on

Overdosing on social calpol

Overeager to make acquaintance

With someone normal and nice who'll explain it

I forget it when they stop breathing

And you'll have wasted your time on seething

I said I'm wasting my time on seething

And hey you're not so good yourself

[Pre-Chorus]

Come learn my mantra, it's like:

[Chorus]

OK, don't be a bitch

The man's got kids

And they wouldn't like this

So, OK, don't be a bitch

The man's got kids

And they wouldn't like this

Oh

[Post-Chorus]

I’m still not explaining myself very well at all

Let me try, let me try again, let me try

[Bridge]

It's the fear of not getting

The door of the joy

Of the chopping it up

With the car that you draw it on

Coming through town and then

Seeing the type of the people you missed

Who’d have died back in Dublin

The jeans that I’m wearing are very expensive

İt’s no a reflection, reflection, reflection

Sinéad in Ratoath and Sinéad in the sky

The Sinéad that I’ll meet on the by and by

And the fear of the freedom of being released again

Feel seventeen again, washing the sheets with

The lies that I don’t even know that I’ve told cuz

I've mixed them all up, yeah the cactus is cold

[Chorus]

It's like

OK, don't be a bitch

The man's got kids

And they wouldn't like this

So, OK, don't be a bitch

The man's got kids

And they wouldn't like this

I'm saying, Ciara, don't be a bitch

The man's got kids

And they wouldn't like this

I'm saying, Ciara, don't be a bitch

The man's got kids

And they wouldn't like this

Ohh

[Instrumental interlude]

[Outro]

I was at the

Jamie Oliver Petrol Station

I needed deli but God, I hate him

That man should not have his face on posters

I feel so angry and sad at most, ugh