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The girl's got at her yard
So she's packing up her bags of rags
Her man got down Po Na Na
While the still in the kitchen
a 20-deck fags

Body bags come back on planes war torn Iraq
It's the stark naked truth, a aftermath
Baby T, the and the dog just barks
Remember man the bully always had the last

It was a last night down the old 12 Bar
White socks, black shoes with the in the car
With a lump in a throat she won't
Twos on a it's all blah blah

Bloody obla dah glug down liquor
Life goes on for all the day
off small but it's gonna get bigger
By the end of letter it may all be better

Well, she's always with the who, where and how
The say, 'Ooh, la, la'
Well, if I had another I'd do it differently now
And the say, 'Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la'

From Square where the crack pipe reeking
To in your dark flat, the ceiling's leaking
You fell in love you first started chatting
But got so bored 'cause she never speaking

Consider son on the bad behavior
He's keeping all the freebies, delivering the
You hate us, shake down
Oh, you'll get nowhere, 'cause I'm the pacemaker

Pretty please me, oh, easy on the eye
say that today only the good young die
Ipee-oh-kai-yay, been right good day
I wanna ask questions but I don't to pry

How did you get to where you're
To before you came slowly moseying through this
You started your race, Johny Cockerel wants his money
Give up the man a fruit and nut bar

Oh, I see the GP, coughing up lungs
And the doc says, 'Stop or you're going die
I haven't even started to do what I
You young don't listen, you carry on

Well, we heard this when your song got sung
Get a grip son, why? 'Cause you're drunken
We're not captains skivvy sunken
drum, drum, live fast die young

Mr. stumbling, the road rocky
And on the private property
Remember then it was the ranter banter
Young watched their young Pa's get cancer

Vagabond crying out for he missed her
Missed her so much that he drank the brewery
So Sam this is a song about you
We all out and we got pissed-ola

I wanna fight, he's a right big cunt
But the say, 'Go on my son, my son'
Well, it's all a bit of fun someone gets done
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my

Well, I'm more likely to up and run
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my
Ah fuck it, well, he's a big cunt
But knock him one, fuck that, run, run