Sleaford Mods - Jolly F*cker | Текст песни

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Promote yourself
Look like a cunt
Vodka parties
Cushioned walls in a shit club
I ain't bothered where it goes
I gotta job
I rot away in the aisles of the Co-Op mate, no prob,
French Fancies
Mr. Kipling Acid dances
Let's laugh at local record plants
Ellitist hippies
Arrogant cunts
Ian Beale
Tight trunks
Tight pants
Grammar wanker
Walk the plank pirate manky
Sixty kids where's mine?
Wasting money on shit coffee all the time
Fish fingers
Take the batter off
I can't believe you had kids
Fuck off
Jolly Fucker x3
Mr Jolly fucker

Lamp light boogie
repress-repress
Buzzcut
Move then mate, move for fuck's sake
The machine don't bleep

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Ticketless sheep
Baa baa crack sheep
Have you any rock?
EDL?twat
Tommy used to work on the docks
Union went all white
He fucking loved it
Take it down there
Take it down there
Camouflage
Humpy dumpty
Crusades
Blood on the hands of working class rage

Jolly Fucker x3
Mr Jolly fucker

Why do I walk on City & Guilded splinters?
Digital time balls and the new public shitters
Soft digs in hard roads?
Curry night
I better watch my words
Two pint buzz and loads of office turds
Push in? Don't push me, I was here first you cunt. Can't you fucking see?

Jolly Fucker x3
Mr Jolly Fucker
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