Текст песни Jolly Fucker - Live at Nottz Arena - Sleaford Mods

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
Wow, arrogant cunts, Ian Beale, tight trunks
Tight pants, grammar wanker, walk the plank
Walk the plank, pirate monkey

60 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
Well, fuck off

Jolly Fucker
Jolly Fucker
Jolly Fucker
Mr Jolly Fucker

Lamp light boogie, repress, repress
Bus cunt, move then mate, move for fuck's sake
The machine done bleep, ticketless, sheep
Ba-ba-ba, crack sheep, have you any rock?
Well, EDL twat, Tommy used to work on the dock
Union went all white, he fuckin' loved it

Take it down there, wow, take it down there
Camouflage, Humpty Dumpty Crusades
Blood on the hands of working class rage

Yeah, Jolly Fucker
Jolly Fucker
Jolly Fucker
Mr Jolly Fucker
Don't talk, talk, talk
Chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill

Yep, 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
A two pint bull and loads of office turds
Push in, but don't push me, I was here first, you cunt
Can't you fuckin' see?

Jolly Fucker
Jolly Fucker (chill)
Jolly Fucker (chill)
Mr Jolly Fucker