Don

Don, yeah Don, yeah Don, yeah Yeah, don Got some flyers made out Little calling cards with don in the middle, really small No fucker could read it and they sold fuck all Got Rockerdero's hired out, Norman J tipped up Nobody else tipped up, had to pay him, obviously What the fuck was that all about? They didn't give a shit, nobody did Nobody fucking cared about whatever Had cats knocking back vodka Red Bull and touch the leather Why? What? Sitting about, doing fuck-all until you ain't got a pot It's not vanity or just senselessness breath It's the want of the disconnection with the consequences of havin' no fuckin' money left The frame's got a picture of hell that crept into your blood as you dropped on the table Existing in tight streets, and your dad's down with fucking other women 'Cause that's alright with thin meat, that's, that's alright with dur (Same me) Don, flyer had don in the middle No fucker bought ticket Still got chiseled, still got acid Still got rank spice crap gag-antic Don, flyer had don in the middle No fucker bought a ticket Still got chiseled, still got acid Still got rank spice crap gag-antic Don Don Yeah, don Yeah, don Yeah Wanker still thinks he's a little boy with a conker Wanker, sliding in 'n' out of houses in the cold light of day Who the fuck d'you think you are? Sid James? Comedy gold until you get old and fat Then it's mould, mould, mould Take him down the jumble sale, see if you can buy him a toy Listening to you both arguing predating Kilroy The wet hit, the white mantle-piece until we got an extension But you forget to mention the extension on the end of your erection That went everywhere with open-top shirts on and fucking 50s hair Who is moaning? Let the flap of flared trousers hit my shins Past tester pots of spray-painted houses in the tin bin Don, flyer had don in the middle No fucker bought ticket Still got chiseled, still got acid Still got rank spice crap gag-antic Don, flyer had don in the middle No fucker bought a ticket Still got chiseled, still got acid Still got rank spice crap gag-antic Don Don Acres are the flavors of the clever, see I never should've planned to be oat else, but these Understand the system and you make it so The clutches of the middle for the falling dough Don Don Acres are the flavors of the clever, see I never should've planned to be oat else, but these Understand the system and you make it so The clutches of the middle for the falling dough Don Don Don Don Thin meat