Yeah, wack it up, bruv
Yeah, wack it up, bruv
The working class
Rears its ugly fuckin' head once more
Hello!
Hello!
And if there's a Shell garage below
We're all gonna go... crap porn
Crap porn, bird
A big shout out to Baxter Dury, the originator
Francesca's party? I know what you're saying, mate
Tippin' up to some doo, powder everywhere
Birds gettin' off with birds
It's the only thing they wanna do
Blokes tryna coax the girlfriends into a...
A threesome with another bloke, spit roast
Corrodes the soul
Hello!
And the Sleaford Mods?
Well... I don't like it any more than you do
But it works
I'm going
It's good
Big shout out to...
A big shout out to...
A big shout out to... she knows who she is
And princess... ah, that one was a bit shit, actually, hold on...
Babe?
If you're looking for an excuse to wear those new shoes ya bought
And just get a taxi up to mine
I'll take ya down the A1
Treat ya to an early starter
Ha ha ha ha... give us a kiss
Big shout out to the revitalized hippie movement
Yeah, love and peace
Don't be fucking stupid!
Alison and Belinda
One on each side
Which one of these crackheads
Am I gonna ride tonight?
Better run, better roll, my sister
Better get some winning done
And bring on Malina, said I bet I want some...
I'm out of song
You lot don't ever change, do ya?
Claiming family tax credits all your fucking lives
Moaning about the wall
And bollocking your neighbor for not putting the correct wastage
Into the correct waste bin
I'd rather eat me own shit
As Paul Weller once said
Wake up!
Get a fucking job, ya lazy bastards
Speaking of Paul Weller, mate...
You refused an MBE from the Queen
You refused to go on the South Bank Show for an hour
But you'll have a fiftieth birthday party down the Albert Hall
With special guests, who happen to be...
Wait for it, wait for it...
Woah! Noel Gallagher!
Woah! Steve "Crap Scissor Kick" Cradock!
Woah!
And last, but by no means least, Kelly...
What's his name? Who? That little faggot from Wales?
Oh, um... Kelly Jones? That's it!
Kelly "No Tones" Jones!
Alison and Belinda
One on each side
Which one of these crackheads
Am I gonna ride tonight?
Better run, better roll, my sister
Better get some winning done
And bring on Malina, said I bet I want some...
I'm out of song
A big shout out to the Casual Tailor
You bunch of posing bastards
If I see any more trite who ought tell us we're labels
I'm gonna puke up
Come on, Bas
Let us all in on the real reason
You've got a taste for jet skis, ain't ya?
You've got a taste for salmon tapas
And expensive paintings of John Lennon
Even though you've only ever heard "Love Me Do"
You posing bastard!
Whoa!
Big shout out to Ian [?]
The money hungry fucking ringleader of this sad and sorry operation
One True Saxon? Fuck off!
And that cunt lives in Holland Park
You posing bastard!
One True Saxon...
You're up there with Ted Baker, Teddy Smith
And any other fucking moron that places money before invention
Hear me out...
Big shout out to Michael [?]
The little fat midget who stokes the financial fire
Of these eager, faceless arseholes
Alison and Belinda
One on each side
Which one of these crackheads
Am I gonna ride tonight?
Better run, better roll, my sister
Better get some winning done
And bring on Malina, said I bet I want some...
I'm out of song
A wanker who spends his weekends
Hanging pictures of classic rock, punk, and soul icons
And yet he doesn't own, or has never listened to, any of their music
Fuck off and die!
Big shout out to Dealmaker Records
Who have actually never achieved a deal, or maker of any records
Just ripped a load of people off
And banged another fatal nail into the coffin of British hip hop
