Sleaford Mods - Jolly f**er lyrics

Promote yourself, look like a c*nt Vodka parties. Cushioned walls in a sh** 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 c*nts, Ian Beale, tight trunks Tight pants, grammar wa*ker. Walk the plank, pirate mankey Sixty kids, where's mine? Wasting money on sh** coffee all the time Fish fingers, take the batter off. I can't believe you had kids. f** off! Jolly f**er! Jolly f**er! Jolly f**er! Mr Jolly f**er! Lamp Light Boogie. Re-press, re-press Bus c*nt. Move then, mate. Move for f**s 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 f**in' loved it Take it down, there. Take it down, there. Camouflage. Humpty Dumpty. Crusades Blood on the hands of working cla** rage Jolly f**er! Jolly f**er! Jolly f**er! Mr Jolly f**er! Why do I walk on City and Guilded splinters? Digital time boards on the new Public sh**ters 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 c*nt! Can't you f**in' see? Jolly f**er! Jolly f**er! Jolly f**er! Mr Jolly f**er!