4, 3, 2, 1
Now we're going to have some fun

The music climate's turned against us so it seems
We're full of East End promise, but we've lost our dreams
Now everybody says what a noise we make
We've got a one-way ticket back to Garageland, Garageland

We make a noise
What a blooming racket
We make a noise
You're playing far too loud
We make a noise
Your guitars all need tuning
We make a noise
Yes, I know, but I'm proud

I don't know where we lost our way, I can't decide
From jellied eels to record deals, a long hard ride
Well, if I'm gonna die, leave me with a knife
Won't live beneath a palm tree for the rest of my life, rest of my life

We make a noise
What a blooming racket
We make a noise
You're playing far too loud
We make a noise
The NME won't like it
We make a noise
Yes, I know, but I'm proud

We make a noise
What a blooming racket
We make a noise
You're playing much too loud
We make a noise
Your guitars still need tuning
We make a noise
Yes, I know, but I'm...

P-R-O-U-D
Media manoeuvring holds the key
Hatelist, playlist, BBC
Oh, will they think of choosing me

We make a noise
What a blooming racket
We make a noise
You're playing much too loud
We make a noise
Your guitars all need tuning
We make a noise
Yes, I know
Yes, I know...
I said I'm proud