Wobbles On Cobbles

[Intro] Fucking hell man Just get's a bit tiresome dunnit Every now and again It's how I see it, it's how I've seen it [Verse 1] So, been another tough old week on the old cobbles Whole week's full of peaks, troughs and wobbles Tell you what though, would be entertaining to see it through my goggles They'll pay millions to watch our sorrows Vernon went back to the nick last week Won't see the light of day for a decade When the pigs come there's no hide or seek, nah, no charades Cried a few tears for the old Dogs sensei I have to see my uncle live his last weeks decayed like this Only opens his mouth to shovel the grub in Looking back his last years have hardly been a parade though If only he knew how much we loved him [Chorus] Been another tough old week on the old cobbles Whole week's full of peaks, troughs and wobbles Tell you what though, it'd be a million pound seat for these old goggles They'll pay millions to watch our struggles, again and again [Verse 2] So I guess we got to get on with our own shit man Can't help but still take these risks Got a sherbet to the West End for a few tickets, midnight Lads risk it all for a few quid My mate Harron got caught with some food he got fucking nabbed with That's another good old lad under the old hatchet But I'm going Ireland, I got a gig there, gonna have it large I gonna see if I can grab any of their magic, you know it's hard So I took a few weeks off the booze, this old habit I got And I felt wicked in my mind And when I went back to it, fucking hell the buffoonery, we had it When will we learn to fucking take in these signs But I went down Brixton on a booze cruise in my [?] And my mates birthday was emphatic but half tragic, really Having it large with goombahs and the night time stars Shouldn't have to be their way or ours though (Fucking idiots) [Chorus] Been another tough week on the old cobbles Whole week's been full of peaks, troughs and wobbles Tell you what though I'd love a lovely seat on the House of Commons Show them pompous cunts they're wronguns Another, another jumped up week on the old cobbles Plus the weather's been bloody horrible Tell you what though I wouldn't want to be anywhere else Puzzling ain't it World knows there is worse off problems [Verse 3] Just spoke to Beaver half seven in the morning He can't believe the news, he's mourning Vernon just had a baby boy too, his name's Courtney Lads gotta make sure that boy is sorted Yeah next week he's got court in the Crown Wigs and gowns they'll be all sporting Spoke to the East End bird I'm courting to give me a bit of peace of mind She reminded me it's a rough old world we're caught it Little mug pulled a chiv out on me the other day too He's my neighbor and he knows it Gutted as he was mugging me off in my nose bridge In my heart I knew I could of done him [Chorus] Been a fucking jumped up week on the cobbles this week But it was nice when we clapped for the NHS Them girls and boys are in it to their necks I wish them all me best [Outro] Fucked up week this week Vern's gone back to jail for ages I guess all we do as we speak And write the words for our own pages