Honey - Bobby someone, you know, girl dying, "See the tree how big its grown, but what the heck," However we have a new contender since you last asked this question. Foundations - Kate Nash. If I wanted to hear a rich girl pretending to be a chav I'd wander my high street on a Saturday and listen to all them going on about like, whatever, bothered etc in their best Catherine Tate lite voices. I mean for fucks sake, she's not even trying to sing, she just rabbiting on that mockney way about what a wanker her boyfriend is. Well ditch the prick and fuck off. A horrible, bitter, twisted little pile of turds on the glorious history of British pop music.