I want to be a ticket inspector
Yes indeedy that’s the life for me
If the ticket machine was broken on your station
I’d fine you anyway and laugh, cos’ that’s the beauty of privitisation
I’d only earn five bucks an hour
Oh, but just imagine all the power
So I want to be a ticket inspector
And fuck the people right up the arse
I want to be a parking inspector
Yes, indeedy, that’s the life for me
I’ll be fining til the day that I’m retired
And I’ll be at your car with a smile on my face five minutes before your meter’s expired
On every street and avenue
I’ll be busy raising revenue
So I want to be a parking inspector
And fuck the people right up the arse
I want to be a weapons inspector
Yes, indeedy, that’s the life for me
If I can’t find weapons after hours of trying
My report will state that that is more than concrete proof that Saddam is lying
The Iraqis have to be saved
Sure some extra oil would be great
So I want to be a weapons inspector
And fuck the people right up the arse
I want to be George W. Bush
Yes, indeedy, that’s the life for me
Saddam was corrupt, I know, our budget used to approve him
But then he didn’t do what we told him, so it was time the US remove him
All out sins the people will pardon
Hey, they’ve forgotten that we trained Osama Bin Laden
So I want to be George W. Bush
And fuck the people right up the arse
And leave them bleeding
And fuck the people right up the arse
Without a condom
And fuck the people right up the arse
