Lyrics

[INTRO]
Oh, Matt Cutts, he’s a name we all know,
In the North Sea where the cold winds blow.
Stitching lives and dreams like he’s on a spree,
Not a single shred of shame in his decree.

[VERSE 1]
Bald and ugly, but he’s got a scheme,
Climbing the oily ladder like it’s all a dream.
He’s in it for himself, no regard for the rest,
With a heart of stone, oh he's truly obsessed.
While he’s pretending to work, he’ll sell you a lie,
Management’s golden boy with that greedy eye.

[CHORUS]
Matt Cutts, Matt Cutts, you’re a horrible cunt,
Rising to the top with every shocking stunt.
While sucking off the gaffers, you play your cruel game,
But history won’t forget, oh, you’ll carry that name.

[VERSE 2]
Stitching people up with a ruthless intent,
For a shot at Repsol coveralls, he’s hell-bent.
Climbing over corpses in his fierce ascent,
But deep inside, it’s bitterness he’ll lament.
He’s cunning and sly, but the truth will be told,
Cats out of the bag, the world can be cold.

[CHORUS]
Matt Cutts, Matt Cutts, you’re a horrible cunt,
Rising to the top with every shocking stunt.
While sucking off the gaffers, you play your cruel game,
But history won’t forget, oh, you’ll carry that name.

[BRIDGE]
But what happens when you’re standing alone?
When all your connections turn to stone.
Beneath those harsh waves, who will you trust?
In the end, it’s your heart turned to rust.

[CHORUS]
Matt Cutts, Matt Cutts, you’re a horrible cunt,
Rising to the top with every shocking stunt.
On the North Sea blue home, you play your cruel game,
But history won’t forget, oh, you’ll carry that name.

[OUTRO]
So here’s to the ones who rise with a cause,
Who don’t cut corners, who don’t pause for applause.
Take a lesson from Matt, it’s a difficult ride,
Those fat baldy bastards have nowhere to hide