A Red Car
And a Green Car
And I snap them
With my camera
I bring my friends round
Oh, they take photos
And stay for weekends
Sometimes the photos
They tell it by themselves
Bars on the window going
I've got a White House
It's done in pebble dash
So you can clean it, clean it
Much more easily
Bring certain persons to the White House
And they bitch about my White House
They stay for weekends
They take the photos back home
And the bars on the windows going
Well, the Green Car moves around
And the red one's always stationary
When I take photos of the Green Car
They nearly always come out blurred
Well, it's a fair cop, Mr. Murder
But we really do not care, sir
So let's all go back to Liverpool
And we'll dance and we'll scream
From the bars on the windows going
We'll dance and we'll scream