Mr. Herandi Songtext
von Holiday Ghosts

When I go across the road
And look over at the state of my house
I think about my landlord
Who′s chilling in Spain with his bank account

Ooh, ooh, he's a wealthy man

£2,300 each month just to sit around
I think about my landlord
Why can′t he come and do his rounds?

Ooh, ooh, he's a filthy man
Hey


I go down to have a shower
The water's cold and there ain′t no power
I think about my landlord
Why can′t he pay to fix this shower?

Ooh, ooh, he's a wealthy man

I lay down in my bed
The bugs bite even on my head
I think about my landlord
Why can′t he come to heat my walls?

Ooh, ooh he's a filthy man
Yeah

Ooh, ooh he′s a filthy man

Ooh, ooh, he's a filthy man
Ooh, ooh, he′s a filthy man
Ooh, ooh, he's a filthy
Ooh, he's a filthy
Ooh, I feel filthy, man