CHORUS x4 They don’t care at all No they don’t care at all (Oh no they don’t) Well I’m Mr Organised my reputation precedes me/ My CV is full of gigs, releases and CDs/ Specialise in getting people together it’s easy/ If things aren’t working how they should I tend to get peevey/ Cos…I’m trying to make stuff happen/ Can’t decide how many guys would even be rapping/ If I hadn’t bothered to grab em and push em in front of a mic/ Sit there with a red light, mix it right, give a shite/ Is this like, irony, I’m working too hard/ But they’re cursing me personally cos I work em too hard/ I’m not being considerate of their feelings/ So it isn’t appealing we have a gig in the evening/ And in my dealings of group endeavours/ I’m nought for four in keeping a motherchuffin’ crew together/ Cos this guys leaving to here, or someone doesn’t like this/ Someone’s got a virus, someone’s double booked five gigs/ And I sit, in the middle of it/ Being the organiser, manager, baby sitter a bit/ Cos musicians are shit, they’re very good at being creative/ But useless at everything else except complaining/ What!? I’m not your parent or/ Some kind of boss who sorts your wherewithal/ Take some ownership and grow a pair of balls/ You make a mountain from something fairly small//…But CHORUS x4 They don’t care at all No they don’t care at all (Oh no they don’t) People so busy saying they don’t give an “F”/ Like that’s a good thing to feel when you wake or rest/ When in fact you should be seizing every minute, yes/ Not giving me a reason to get this off my chest/ You bloody lay about piss-taking good-for-nothing dosser/ Waste of space, nightmare, life draining knobhead/ …That feels better, I get in a real temper/ I forget to be level-headed, temperament’s real weathered/ And my patience is paper thin/ If I’ve had a bad day in my brain you might say something/ And I’ll take it the other way/ It makes me a bloody pain and maybe why some o’t mates broke free to run away/ Cos I insist I’m laid back/ Chilled out relaxed don’t care but face facts/ My wife says I’m uptight and a control freak/ I had to add that information to a spreadsheet//…what? CHORUS x4 They don’t care at all No they don’t care at all (Oh no they don’t) …Nah, they don’t care/ Sit doing sweet FA while I’m going spare/ Pestering these guys/ Sort the set and place and time/ Then getting shouted at for requesting a reply/ I guess that maybe I am the root cause/ …I’m the one that set up the group cos/ I need support as my self esteem’s too short/ I can justify my lyrics if the crew’s sure/ And this solo stuff makes me nervous/ Once I write a verse I have to write another verse plus/ There’s just me, I can hide behind no-one/ At least if summat needs doing though it gets fucking done/ And if this offended you/ I never intended to, it’s not meant for you/ It’s meant for me, remember to write more solo/ Cos I’m damned if I’m doing any more for them ohh nooooo// CHORUS x4 They don’t care at all No they don’t care at all (Oh no they don’t)