Lyrics You're Gonna Miss Me - Paul Heaton and Jacqui Abbott

Confidence low: bills sky-high
Who you gonna miss? There's no other guy
(You're gonna miss him when he's gone)

Government's crashed, banks are bust
Hospitals shut, who you gonna trust?
(You're gonna miss him when he's gone)

Worst mistake you ever did make
You're gonna borrow that great digger-spade
You're gonna dig me up when I'm gone

(You're gonna miss him when he's gone)
You bastard, you
(You're gonna miss him when he's gone)
You bastard, you
(You're gonna miss him when he's gone)

Who you gonna have as your number one?
(You're gonna miss him) you bastard, you

(Left's gone right, red's gone blue)
(The king is dead, what you gonna do?)
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

(Beer's run low, whisky's out)
(Your local's closed, who you gonna shout?)
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

Worst mistake you ever did make
You're gonna borrow that great digger-spade
You're gonna dig me up when I'm gone
When I'm gone

(You're gonna miss him when he's gone)
You bastard, you
(You're gonna miss him when he's gone)
You bastard, you
(You're gonna miss him when he's gone)

Who you gonna have as your number one?
(You're gonna miss him) you bastard, you
Sebastian

He can't be national treasure
No OBE awaits (OBE awaits)
You'd better praise him here and now
Before he hits those gates
Sing, "Hallelujah, the king is here
Long may he reign!"
You bastards are heading for a life of pain

A life of pain
A life of pain, pain, pain (shame on you)
A life of pain, a life of pain, a life of pain
You're gonna miss me!
When I'm gone