Jolly Fucker (Remastered)

歌詞

Promote yourself, look like a cunt Vodka parties. Cushioned walls in a shit club I 'ain't bothered where it goes, I've got a job I'll 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 Elitist hippies, arrogant cunts, Ian Beale, tight trunks Tight pants, grammar wanker. Walk the plank, pirate mankey 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! Jolly fucker! Jolly fucker! Mr Jolly Fucker! Lamp Light Boogie. Re-press, re-press Bus cunt. Move then, mate. Move for fucks sake! The machine goes bleep. Ticketless. Sheep Baa baa crack sheep. Have you any rock? EDL twat. Tommy used to work on the dock. Union went all white. He fuckin' loved it Take it down, there. Take it down, there. Camouflage. Humpty Dumpty. Crusades Blood on the hands of working class rage Jolly fucker! Jolly fucker! Jolly fucker! Mr Jolly Fucker! Why do I walk on City and Guilded splinters? Digital time boards on the new Public Shitters Soft dips in hard roads. Curry Night. I'd better watch my words Two Pint Bull and loads of Office Turds Push in. Don't push me! I was here first, you cunt! Can't you fuckin' see? Jolly fucker! Jolly fucker! Jolly fucker! Mr Jolly Fucker!