At the art gallery, the attendant wouldn’t stop:
Drop the attitude, love - you’re working in a shop.
Up the back of the oval all the rebels look glum:
Drop the attitude, fella - no one else’s fault you’re dumb.

At the rock concert all the young girlies holler:
Drop the attitude, rock star - you’ll be gone tomorra.
On trams and trains and buses, graffiti artist does his best:
Drop the attitude, wanker, or I’ll come shit in your nest.

We've had enough of you
Drop the attitude

On the TV sex shows there’s those counselling bits:
Drop the attitude, doctor - we’re only watching for the tits.
One, two, three, four, let’s scream it all together:
Drop the attitude, weatherman, and just read the fucking weather.

Hunter S. Thompson (1) keeps droppin’ L.S.D:
Drop the attitude, hippie - don’t give a fuck what you can see.
Some one just told me this Ab Fab (2) rip off is getting out of hand:
There you go again, mistaking me for someone who gives a damn.

This song was originally titled 'Fugue and Variations on a Line from Absolutely Fabulous'.
The original had 8 verses.