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Juveniles, hide your porno
The girl's got at her yard
So packing up her bags full of rags
Her man got down Po Na Na
the madre still in the kitchen
Smokes a 20-deck

Body bags come on planes from war torn Iraq
It's the naked truth, a dark aftermath
Baby T, the juice and the dog just
man the bully always had the last laugh

It was a blast 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 cigarette all blah blah

Bloody obli obla dah down liquor
Life on for all the day trippers
Starts off but it's gonna get bigger
By the end of this letter it may all be

Well, she's always asking 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 Trafalgar Square where the crack reeking
To in your damp flat, the ceiling's leaking
You fell in love when you started chatting
But got so bored 'cause she never stopped

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

Pretty please me, oh, easy on the eye
Some say that today only the young die
Ipee-oh-kai-yay, it's right good day
I wanna ask questions but I mean to pry

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

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

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

Mr. stumbling, the road rocky
And trespassers on the property
back then it was the ranter banter
Young sons watched their young get cancer

Sandy crying out for he missed her
Missed her so much that he drank the brewery
So sing-a-long Sam this is a song 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, all a bit of fun 'til someone gets done
But the say, 'Go on my son, my son'

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