You might see me walkin round with a slight limp
Its not a 'G' thing bruv Ive done my ankle in
A bit thrown like the dice in the Aiching
Im not sleeping well my head is tangalin
I need an aspirin bruv I need a Saturday
Cup of tea to drink possibly a Jaffa cake
Or just an evening alone without a manic day
Its been an age since Ive been chilled master-
Baby, come here, I love you you're my stinky tits
You can help me with my problems come to think of it
Rinky dink, sugar plum, twinkle clit
I didnt mean stinky tits, sorry! Ive been a dick! SORRY!
That was worse than dreadful
Its my stress levels its my work schedule
With my desk head full of words unsettled unearthed Im dizzy Im inaffect Im ineffectual
But like
Never mind, it doesnt matter what you look like,
All that matters is you dance, coz its a very very short life X2
I move fast
All the flies on me are blue arsed
Kipper turned pages till he got to the rude parts
Hit the kerb naked with a sock on his do-da's
A wonderful night for a moon dance!
Cheramin serenade us on a sketchily tuned harp
Venus plays the bass strings strung between two stars
Jesus levitates on a fungus of blue hearts
And Sarah Palins abducted in Utah
(Pardon?)
I said welcome to the teradome
Never give acid to a man with a megaphone
He will get frantic and then he wont let it go
Have you ever seen a rappers head explode?
And when the crowd dies I hope that they've been entertained
With something useful, like safety information on a train
Coz to be truthful, i crave just a little taste of fame,
But then i realise ego is a waste of brains