Did you get your mojo back when you dropped some bombs
Burning bullies in front of traps with the Bullingdon boys
Don’t know how you can look so smug with your best friend Dave
While the generation’s doomed to be Monday’s slaves
One more bag for you
Makes no difference
I’ll do more than you
Can I touch you too
Go, go Gideon
Driving the gravy train
Go, go Gideon
Hanging out with the prostitutes and cocaine
You can save your crocodile tears for the wicked witch
If you’re that upset you can get in the box with the bitch
You can but you’d be so proud of the dog she spawned
Outside there are millions of us wish you’d never been born
One more bag or two
Split the eight ball
Just to see us through
I’ll do more than you
Go, go Gideon
Driving the gravy train
Go, go Gideon
Hanging out with prostitutes and cocaine
Go, go Gideon
Getting back on the groovy train
Go, go Gideon
Hanging out with prostitutes and cocaine
No more give for you
Rock your brown head down
For a day or two
Columbian fool
(Go easy Gideon boy)
Go, go Gideon
Driving the gravy train
Go, go Gideon
Hanging out with prostitutes and cocaine
Go, go Gideon
Get back on the groovy train
Go, go Gideon
Hanging out with prostitutes and cocaine
Hookers and blow
Brass and bugle to go
He likes nothing more than chopping up big fat white lines
And hanging out with busty prostitutes and cocaine