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Juveniles, hide your porno
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 madre still in the
a 20-deck fags

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

It was a blast last down the old 12 Bar
White socks, black shoes with the in the car
With a lump in a throat she understand
on a cigarette it's all blah blah

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

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

From Trafalgar Square the crack pipe reeking
To in your dark damp flat, the leaking
You fell in love you first started chatting
But got so bored she never stopped speaking

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

Pretty please me, oh, she's 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 slowly moseying through bar?
You started your race, Cockerel wants his money back
Give up the man he's a and nut bar

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I'm likely to pick 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