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We're Shit!
00:45
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We’re shit, we’re shit We’re really, really shit We’re shit, we’re shit At least we fucking know it
It’s shit...
You’re shit...
We’re shit...
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Johnny Two Sheds
01:59
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I don’t think much of your diamond earrings, your mariachi trainers or whatever the fuck they are called Couldn’t care for your chunky wristwatch that cost as much as a house Still prattling on about your gold-plated bollocks and your holiday to the moon Don’t give a fuck about your personalized reg or your 100 inch TV so
Stop telling us about the stuff you own Cos no one gives a shit Just try a little harder To be a better guy
New mobile phone every week all the channels on Sky Leather jacket that doesn’t suit you and a massive speaker for your terrible tunes A funny dog that lives in a handbag and plenty of fake tan. Throw your dough around to attract some friends But it doesn’t always go to plan so
Stop telling us about the stuff you own Cos no one gives a shit Just try a little harder To be a better guy
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Kanye's Breast
01:04
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Hey, hey you I wanna be famous I would let you eat my anus Gargle my nuts, swallow my sack Just so I could get a crack
At the big time Though I’ve nothing to say Follow me Anyway Just click ‘like’Idolise me I WANT to be famous so Desperately
I clearly think I am the best I would even suck Kanye’s breast Jay-Z can watch me touch my toes I’ll blog about where it goes
All the time Though I’ve nothing to say Follow me
Anyway Just click ‘like’Idolise me I need to be famous so Desperately
I live my life so vapidlyAnd my star will fall rapidly But I could bring pride on my mother By sneaking into Celebrity Big Brother
I’ll be famous, yes I will Even though I have no discernable skills But I can be on YouTube in any weather Where I barely have to string a sentence together
Anytime Though I’ve nothing to say Follow me Anyway Just click ‘like’Idolise me I need to be famous so Desperately
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Massive Car Keys
00:12
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Massive car keys Too big for my pocket Getting right on my tits.
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No!
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Let's Go Wrestling
01:50
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I bought tickets to the wrestling Won’t you come with me? I think the seats are pretty good We are in row three I know the results are pre-determined
But please don’t call it fake The injuries are they suffer are usually real
And the bones they break
I don’t know who will be performing But it adds to the mystique You can guarantee one way or the other There’ll be a muscle-bound freak
Maybe some luchas doing flips and tricks Maybe so females too The one thing that will make it great Is if I can go with you
Macho man, Jake the Snake, Ricky Steamboat, Doink the Clown
Papa Shango, IRS, Rick Rude and D’Lo Brown
Now that you have been to the wrestling Won’t you stay with me? How about if I get a job and move out of my parents’ street?
Now that you’ve got to grips with WWE We can start on New Japan
If you carry on watching you’ll be my girl And I hope I can be your man.
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Bas Vegas
02:02
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I’m drunk as fuck and it’s Friday night all alone will I be all right? The money in my pocket is enough for another should I stay for one more? Not sure I should bother
I only popped out for a cigarette I only just popped outside came back in and looked around and all my mates I can’t find maybe they came out to find me or maybe they’re just at the bar I’ll take a look and try to find them surely they couldn’t have gone that far but
I’m drunk as…
Strolling through the mass of people see this crowd of big fellas one having a row with his missus something about being jealous I think I’ll step in and settle this I could settle this one, right? Oh I think I fucked it up looks like there’ll be a fight because…
I’m drawn now to the kebaby like a moth to a flame getting pretty bitter and twisted not sure who is to blame for fucking off and abandoning me really fucking up my buzz take a piss up this tree now holy shit is that the fuzz oh well
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Turtle Power!
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40 Year Old Vermin
00:43
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You think it’s big You think it’s clever Living your life like a teenager
Seriously man, you need to get a grip You’re drinking everyday because you think you’re fucking hip
You need to get a job mate Take responsibility You’re life’s a joke mate You’re a liability You’re life’s a fucking joke mate, You need to get a grip Take a break and grow up You’re acting like a dick You’re life’s a fucking joke mate, You need to get a grip Take a break and grow up You look like fucking shit
Seriously, what are you doing mate? You’ve got no purpose in life You’ve barely got a girlfriend All your mates have got a wife Do you even know where you are going? Do you know where you came from? Credits are about to roll And you’ve not even begun
Time to act your age son Time to act your age Time to advance the chapter Time to turn the page Time to act your age son Time to act your age Time to advance the chapter Time to turn the page
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Costa del Costa
01:01
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You’re just having a drink Not going on holiday Why you getting so excited? Think how much you’ll have to pay
At the costa del Costa, what a SHITTY place Costa del Costa, I wanna punch you in the face
Nearly a fiver every time you want a cup They don’t even seem to fill the fucker up Half full of foam, sprinkles and other shit Don’t get me started on the massive biscuits at the
Costa del Costa, what a SHITTY place, Costa del Costa it’s a scourge on the human race
Oh I am so excited How long can we stay, Dal I forgot my wallet do you think you can pay?
Costa del Costa ...
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