Crisps

Good job it's not a competition, mate Because I swear down you'd fucking lose it I got a letter with a fine, for going in the bus lane But I don't drive I've got choccy in my pocket I've got bits Len Goodman's dead I'm having a party and you're not invited I'm building a castle and you're not getting in It's a motte-and-bailey, Tess Daly, (Can I have some crisps?) Twice daily Why isn't everyone on Earth like me? (Can I have some crisps?) It smells like poo in here Everyone's dressеd like Doctor fucking Who in here Why's hе got a bookbag? It's a good job it's not a competition, mate Because I swear down you'd fucking lose it I get busy drinking fizzy drinks, I fucking love it Black gold, rot my teeth Don't care, I'll fucking gum it Cos I'm the kind of guy who sees a lucky dip You see a construction skip Jumble selling wares to the enemy Storage at capacity, unlimited activity There's nothing you can offer, cos I'm a chillaholic Head back, bric-a-brac, waiting for that trickle trickle White goods, full slack, yeah I know definitions endlessly, rotten positivity I don't read, anything I need is on the telly Charge you six pound for a handshake Make sure you wash it, I don't know who wipes his bum I never asked him I'm the kind of guy who goes on second sitting Whip off the belt, I sit down eat my dinner Don't complain about it, only eat sugar on the weekends Where'd you get your white goods? Facebook Market It's out of control, I'm in control, I've got six pounds All in change, just give me that handshake, oh You're not the enemy, you're somewhere in between A childhood dream and a pyramid scheme I'm thick as shit, I'm not, but I look it I've got apps, I've got a phone and I know how to use it I've got audiobooks I've got audiobooks I've got audiobooks I've got audiobooks It goes w w w dot make it stop shit shop dot com Oh, past the interview What's the mood? Bad What's the attitude? Bad Where's the good news? Forty minutes sitting in the bathroom Sugar free beans, put my own sugar in it Window up, hot car, fucking dog trapped in it Chucking bin bags out from the first floor window 'Cause I can't be bothered Can I have some crisps? I can't be bothered Can I have some crisps? Can I have some crisps? (Twice daily) Can I have some crisps? I've got choccy in my pocket (Can I have some crisps?) I've got bits I've got choccy in my pocket (Can I have some crisps?) I've got bits I've got choccy in my pocket (Can I have some crisps?) I've got bits I've got choccy in my pocket (Can I have some crisps?) I've got bits