The Streets - Same Old Thing lyrics

Yeah, street level Oh oh yeah, that's it.. Right there At street level That's it that's it that's it Yeah oh tunes heavy At street level That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh right there Who's round is it? Down that beer quick smash my gla** back down fall over the table All rowdy and pissed Seems the only difference between mid week sh** and weekend is how loud I speak And whether I try to pull a girlfriend That's it who's got dough? Hey, you know I'd pay but I'm broke, only got coinage to show Putting off walking home on my own to my thrown Two empty takeaways ashtrays and remains of the day stoned Pick a bottle off the table, peel the label tell a fable Offer opinion for free and a solution to the latest big news story Football and smut daily as I ponder winning the lottery Buy a drink, chat to a lady, the girls well fit definitley, not maybe, she's rude I'd shag her and make tea right there At street level That's it that's it that's it Yeah oi heavy, heavy At street level That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh Can't lounge in the boozer all day, got manouvers to make Gotta see a man about a dog, can't be late, I'm always late Raining cats and fog but nice and dry in the black dog Down it in one my son, can't sit here, gotta run.. things need done If they don't win this and the next run they getting relegated to the third division At street level, real people saying repeated sequal Rock and roll fall to the floor like last night, yesterday morning And the night before and the night before Apparently there's a whole world out there somewhere it's right there, right there I just don't see it, I just don't see it, oi oi At street level That's it that's it that's it Yeah, oi street level At street level That's it that's it that's it yeah oi oi heavy.. heavy Lock the door on your way out