Britney Spears is British now.

Are you gonna be on your way?

I have a right lot of business to tether. I can not dither around here with you lot. It is imperative I make haste to my appointments. You and your queer fuck buddies are being an obstacle to me, and I find you to be quite a fine pain in my arse.

Are you gonna be on your way?

Belt up all that commotion, yeah! I can hear you ringing up my name, can’t I? I bloody well have ears! I am so brassed off at you lot, keeping me from my appointments. You are being rather cheeky with your instigations about my private life. I should give you bloody savages a hard kick in the bum, is what I should do.

Are you gonna be on your way?

Now I am getting cheesed off! I stop at this streetlight, minding my own bloody business and trying to have a fag, and here you bunch of nancy boys are just trying to make some quid from my haggard face and dodgered body. You’re making me into a wreck, and I won’t let you. I’m a proper girl now. Madge and me mum saw to that. Me knickers are staying on now, so you can clear off. I’m no longer the daft bird I once was.

Are you gonna be on your way?

Bollocks all! You’re a bunch of dodgy whores, just trying to snap shots of my full monty. What will it take to make you people chuff off? Do you want a close-up of my starking twat? Would that make you happy? A little how’s your father with the little Brit? Do you fancy me, yeah? Do you fancy good ‘ole Brit? I should say you do. But you can’t have it! None of you lot can. Keep your todgers in your trousers boys, there’ll be no hanky panky for you journo’s… except maybe the Arab one I’m snogging right now. So you are all wasting your time. I will merely sit here until you sod off.

Are you gonna be on your way?

Look you twits, I am jolly knackered and I still have a full day ahead of me. I am expected at the dance parlour for rehearsal, then I am to meet with a Barrister to discuss my parenting with my wanker ex-husband, I’m due to get piss up with me mates tonight, and, as a topper, I am in dire need of a gas station loo to use without my sandals on. All that amidst the LA traffic queue. So you see I have no time for this dalliance.

Are you gonna be on your way?

What? What are you going on about? Are you having a laugh? Of course this is my bloody voice! I’m not pissing around. Why would I make this up? It’s bad enough the courts sacked me as a mother and the public thinks I’m looney, but now this rubbish about the way I speak? That’s a load! Don’t you people get it? I am off my trolley! I was born in Louisiana! I jolly well nicked this gimmick from Madonna to try and seem classy. And it’s not working. This whole deal is total pants.

Are you gonna be on your way?

Bloody hell!