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Juveniles, hide porno mags
The girl's got problems at her
So she's up her bags full of rags
Her man got from Po Na Na
While the still in the kitchen
Smokes a 20-deck

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

It was a last night down the old 12 Bar
White socks, black with the ballads in the car
With a lump in a she won't understand
on a cigarette it's 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 asking with the who, where and how
The say, 'Ooh, la, la'
Well, if I had chance I'd do it differently now
And the say, 'Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la'

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

Consider son on the bad behavior
keeping all the freebies, delivering the papers
You hate us, down fakers
Oh, you'll never get nowhere, I'm the pacemaker

Pretty me, oh, she's easy on the eye
Some say that today the good young die
Ipee-oh-kai-yay, it's been right day
I wanna ask but I don't mean to pry

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

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

Well, we heard before when your song got sung
Get a grip son, why? 'Cause always drunken
not captains just skivvy sunken
Humdrum drum, drum, live fast die

Mr. Skin stumbling, the road
And trespassers on the private
Remember back then it was the banter
Young watched their young Pa's get cancer

Vagabond Sandy crying out for he her
Missed her so much that he went the brewery
So sing-a-long Sam this is a about you
We all out and we got pissed-ola

I don't 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 to pick up and run
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my
Ah fuck it, well, he's a right big
But knock him one, fuck that, run, run