Chaos Down in Soho (Original)

[Intro] Bow, bow bow bow bow, bow "Hello and welcome to the Charlotte Church Show Half an hour of live music and conversation With two very special guests: Russell Brand... Oh, hi, how ya doing? Uh, uh, uh And the man behind the most notorious band To have swept these fair isles for quite some time: Jason Williamson from the Sleaford Mods!" Am I getting paid for this? You heard me, I said am I getting paid for it? "Well, I dunno, I ain't seen him for a couple of weeks, have I?" Am I getting paid for it then, or what? "Yeah, you'll get fucking paid for it, mate" I wasn't fucking asking you, was I? "Oi, yeah, don't fucking talk to me like..." I'll talk to you any way I wanna fucking talk to you! Why'd ya have to keep telling peoplе you're good in bed? Calm the rеst of the country, they're good in bed We're not allowed to be good in bed then, are we? Why'd ya have to keep telling everybody you're good in bed? "Yeah, fuck off!" Oi, you fuck off! [Verse 1] Calling all the coppers, you need to get near me There's chaos down in Soho, can't you hear the screams? He fucked her in the toilets, he fucked her in the club He told me I was handsome, he told me I looked good So meet me down the Shadow Lounge, bring me some stale bars I'm gonna smack the maggots and all the Johnny Laws I'm gonna crush the fairies and all the millionaires The sugar daddies better run 'cause I don't fucking care [Chorus] Chaos down in Soho Chaos down in Soho Chaos down in Soho Where we are gonna be [Verse 2] Calling all the judges, you better get near me I'll bring a [?] to your courtroom, make your colleagues bleed There's trouble down the West End, where [?] the fuckers march With steel bars and ketamine and collars full of starch You better find your G man, you better get inside We slashed your tires yesterday, there's no way you can hide So burn the fucking motor, burn the man inside Lies, lies, lies, lies, suicide [Chorus] Chaos down in Soho Chaos down in Soho Chaos down in Soho Where we are gonna be