I hate.. three of five

I hate them fussy eaters, you cook them fajitas,
They only eat pizza and chips.
I hate stepping outside for a smoke, and some guy coughs,
Like your lungs are his.
And I hate queuing up for festival toilets,
Especially when you need a shit.
I hate the X-factor, for murdering music,
You bunch of money grabbing pricks. 

And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la 
And it goes la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la