Credit Lyrics - Buzzcocks

Paradise is a platinum card 

Behind the wheel of your car 

With your new pair of trainers 

Designer clothes 

Go on, I'll have seven of those 

And go to ski where it snows 

Its bounty sustains us 

Credit 

In love with the never never 

Wish I could get something I really need 

Videophones 

With all the latest ringtones 

You buy-to-let your new home 

Don't care what you're spending 

Then just like that 

Reminders under the mat 

Of your flat full of tat 

The pile of debts never ending 

Credit 

In love with the never never 

Wish I could get something I really need