Sleaford Mods - Snout lyrics

Do you wanna know where that man is from? He's on Snapchat, you c*nt And then I saw a big man I got 4/10 every time I put that in a story Miss is like "what's that?" Windowsills, it's finished Mrs. Twat Rolling hills, black yachts and s**y stills Blokes can't help me He's got his tits out, he's doing a selfie On the med, he's el tel He's like when smokey sings, abc Shiny '80s blings, cor blimey! I can't see it Bollocks, they have to rely on showbiz nodders Like fake London genius Pretty sh**, first season was alright but that's about it You like music that much then start f**ing listening to it Deep down, I bought the sweater Used it as c**aine pyjamas What a waste of dough Pulling it out when I'm on the snow f**ing waste, didn't feel right as a daytime top Felt like I was try to be trendy when I'm not So when I got in and I was off me bollocks, mates are like "f**, even his pyjamas are proper." Yeah, mate I don't f** about I'm making sure I don't get my kids anything to f**ing feel embarra**ed about Snout Two out of 3 Snout Four out of 2 Snout Three out of four See me! Snout Two out of 3 Snout Four out of 2 Snout Three out of four See me! Stinky pinkie Who, bellend whiffy Scratching my head as the people burn for what they wanted You can see it, can't ya? Car crash into the void of the Magna Carta But this time it's Superdry and not f**ing armour How dare I slam the uniform of the working cla** Condemn me please, you wa*ker, to life inside a working gla** Like a spider, suffocated to d**h for a f**ing fiver by scared kids Like scared kids 'cause that's all you are Rubbing up to the crown and the flag and the notion of who we are f** off FB posts read like the guest menu at the Berghoff Snout Two out of 3 Snout Four out of 2 Snout Three out of four See me! Snout Two out of 3 Snout Four out of 2 Snout Three out of four See me! Snout Snout Snout See me! See me! See me! See me! See me!