Lyrics Room For Improvement - The Stupendium

Room For Improvement

It’s half eleven and your doorbell chimes
Yeah, I know I said I’d start at 9
But I had to grab a bap on the M25
Don’t worry, love.
Still gonna charge for the time
‘Cause I’m the jack of all tradesmen
And your place is craving renovation
Straight from the facias down into your basement
‘Fraid your radiators need replacements
Greatest decorator in an eighth mile radius
Don’t check my ratings, swear they’re outrageous
All their outrage is baseless — I’m blameless
Only three of my extensions evr caved in
You got savings?
Ooh, well I hope you do