So here you come again, updating terms of service
You give yourself ten extra ways to burn and bloody and hurt us
Cynical? Well I should bloody hope so
Woke? Well I should bloody cocoa
You bet our bloody lives on winning then you bloody lost
I'm not your bloody scrivener to count the bloody cost

But I mustn't be a Bartleby
And say I'd rather not
I pre-agreed, you did the rest
And sure, you lost the plot
You screwed things up so splendidly
I really have to laugh
I pre-agreed to everything
You did on my behalf

Adamant that you can still deliver everything
Chomping in the chicken bar while we sit chewing skin
What you lot have got it's not
What you have ought to got
I know what bloody decent is and this is bloody not
You bet our bloody lives on winning then you bloody lost
You're not my bloody saviour carrying your cross

But I mustn't be a Bartleby
And say I'd rather not
I pre-agreed, you did the rest
And sure, you lost the plot
You screwed things up, and screwed me down
You really had a laugh
I pre-agreed to everything
You did on my behalf
And there is no lawyer sly enough to talk you off this hook
The bloody time has bloody come to throw the bloody book

Bartleby the scrivener
It really costs a lot
Staying on the same page
With an age that's lost the plot
Keeping up with awfulness
We really had a laugh
We pre-agreed to everything
They did on our behalf