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The girl's got problems at her
So she's up her bags full of rags
Her man got from Po Na Na
the madre still in the kitchen
Smokes a fags

bags come back 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 last night down the old 12 Bar
White socks, shoes with the ballads in the car
With a in a throat she won't understand
Twos on a cigarette it's all blah

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

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

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

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

How did you get to where going
To before you slowly moseying through this bar?
You started race, Johny Cockerel wants his money back
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 die young'
I haven't started to do what I done
You young listen, you just carry on

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

Mr. stumbling, the road rocky
And trespassers on the private
back then it was the ranter banter
Young sons watched their young Pa's get

Sandy crying out for he missed her
Missed her so that he went drank the brewery
So sing-a-long Sam this is a song you
We all went out and we got

I don't wanna fight, he's a right big
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 say, 'Go on my son, my son'
Ah fuck it, well, he's a right big
But I'll knock him one, that, run, run