The Battle for Gadget Land

We unlock cellular phones We repair and service drones We've got ultrasonic sensors to keep foxes away Everything to do with electricity This is the battle for gadget land This is the battle for gadget land What the hell we fighting for? I don't think I need you any more What the hell we fighting for? I don't think you need me any more We sell batteries, triple As Adhesive strips to secure toupees If we sold windows they'd be double glazed This is the battle for gadget land This is the battle for gadget land What the hell we fighting for? I don't think I need you any more What the hell we fighting for? I don't think you need me any more Right you peasants (no offence), time to curtsey My name's Justin I'm the Earl of Chertsey Money and land, title and privilege, given not hazardly hap A kneeling ovation for the undisputed king of rap Just like you I have eaten mud There's nothing blue whatsoever in my blood But only the finest silks line my suit By virtue of my talent on electric lute What the hell we fighting for? I don't think I need you any more What the hell we fighting for? I don't think you need me any more I'm the Earl and you'll do as I tell you