[ [bad word] jamietreays ]

Juveniles hide your porno mags the girls got problems at her yard 
So she's packing up her bags full of rags her man got done from Pa Na Na 
While the Madras still in the kitchen smokes a twenty deck of [bad word] 
Body [bad word] back off planes from war torn Iraq 
It's the stark naked [bad word] a dark aftermath 
With baby T, the juice, and the dog just barks 
Remember how the bully always had the last laugh 

It was a blast last night down the old 12 Bar 
White socks black shoes with the ballads in the car 
And a lump in your throat she won't understand 
Two's on a cigarette and a talk blah blah 
Bloody [bad word] die o blah da glug down liquor 
While life goes on for all the day-trippers it starts off small but it's gonna get bigger 
By the end of this letter it may all be better 

Well she's always asking with the who, where and how 
The girls say ooh la la 
Well if I had another chance I'd do it differently now 
And the girls say ooh la la la la la la 

From Trafalgar Square where the crack pipe reeking 
To in your dark damp flat the ceiling's leaking 
You fell in love when you first started chatting 
But got so bored cos she never stopped speaking 
Consider this son one of the bad behaviour 
He's keeping all the freebies delivering the papers 
Ya haters shake down fakers ah you'll never get nowhere cos we're the Pacemakers 

Pretty please me ah she's easy on the eye 
Some say that today only the good young die 
Yippy yo kay ay it's been a right good day 
I wanna ask questions but I don't mean to pry 
How did you get to where you're going to before you came 
Slowly moseying 
Through this bar you started your race 
Johnny [bad word] a-roo wants his money 
Better give to the man he's a [bad word] and nut bar 

Gotta see the GP coughing up lungs 
And the doc said stop or you're gonna die young 
Well I haven't even started to do what I'd done 
You young don't listen you just carry on 
Well we heard it all before when you song got sung 
Get a grip son why cos you always [bad word] 
We're not captain's just skivvy sunken 
Hum [bad word] [bad word] live fast die young 

Blister skin stumbling the road rocky and trespassers on the private property 
Remember back then it was the rant the banter 
While young songs watch their young pars get cancer 
While vagabond sandy crying out for a nista 
Missed her so much that he went drank the brewery 
Well sing-a-long Sam this is a song about you 
We all went out and we got pistola 

I don't wanna fight he's a right big [bad word] 
But the fellas say go on my son my son 
Well it's all a bit of fun til someone gets done 
But the fellas say go on my son my son 
I'm more likely to pick up [bad word] 
But the fellas say go on my son my son 
Ah [bad word]  well he's a right big [bad word] 
I'll knock him one [bad word] [bad [bad word]