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Juveniles, your porno mags
The got problems at her yard
So she's packing up her bags full of
Her man got down Po Na Na
While the madre in the kitchen
Smokes a 20-deck

Body bags come back on planes war torn Iraq
It's the stark truth, a dark aftermath
Baby T, the juice and the dog barks
Remember man the bully always had the laugh

It was a blast last night the old 12 Bar
White socks, black with the ballads in the car
With a lump in a throat she won't
Twos on a cigarette it's all blah

Bloody obli obla dah glug down
Life goes on for all the day
Starts off but it's gonna get bigger
By the end of this letter it may all be

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

From Trafalgar Square where the pipe reeking
To in your damp flat, the ceiling's leaking
You fell in love you first started chatting
But got so bored she never stopped speaking

Consider son on the bad behavior
He's keeping all the freebies, the papers
You hate us, shake down
Oh, you'll never get nowhere, 'cause I'm the

Pretty please me, oh, she's on the eye
Some say that today only the young die
Ipee-oh-kai-yay, been right good day
I wanna ask questions but I mean to pry

How did you get to you're going
To before you slowly moseying through this bar?
You started race, Johny Cockerel wants his money back
up the man he's a fruit and nut bar

Oh, I see the GP, coughing up lungs
And the doc says, 'Stop or you're going die
I haven't even to do what I done
You young don't listen, you carry on

Well, we heard this before your song got sung
Get a grip son, why? 'Cause always drunken
We're not just skivvy sunken
Humdrum drum, drum, live die young

Mr. Skin stumbling, the rocky
And trespassers on the private
Remember back then it was the ranter
Young watched their young Pa's get cancer

Vagabond Sandy out for he missed her
Missed her so that he went drank the brewery
So sing-a-long Sam this is a about you
We all went out and we got

I wanna fight, he's a right big cunt
But the fellas say, 'Go on my son, my
Well, it's all a bit of fun someone gets done
But the say, 'Go on my son, my son'

Well, I'm more likely to up and run
But the say, 'Go on my son, my son'
Ah fuck it, well, he's a big cunt
But knock him one, fuck that, run, run