Flipside

Flipside speaks It's a banner for the TV picks Ya get the ready daytime sheets And the answers blow a horn beep beep Flipside speaks Higher living is a cotton sheet I be Egyptian wanting key-in suite She wants some weed He's got some real good stock, worthwhile Graham Coxon looks like a left-wing Boris Johnson The fields are breathing in It's a world that you see Slim to breathe in Don't sweat, cheat me Make sense of what Don't sweat cheap shit Make sense of what Don't sweat cheap shit Make sense of what Flipside speaks It's the Hammer of the Gods, my arse More like the broken seats I'm playing Lots of thoughtful music in the artist park Flipside speaks It's got the UK slobs throwing out Their root For snakes to book Clementine On the stage while we Was up there too Flipside speaks If you think about it, it's quite bleak The faculties ain't what they seem Them razzie's went and ate Their jeans well Don't sweat, cheat me Make sense of what Don't sweat cheap shit Make sense of what Don't sweat cheap shit Make sense of what (Flipside, flipside) (Flipside) Flipside speaks It's attack on the pitch, fuck off I can't believe he's come for Sleaford Mods Little style biters hiding behind virtue staples Only use, be less disco On the round table Weigh less, pay less Take this crook, this crook Let the music, jocks my shit up Flipside speaks It's a banner for the TV picks Ya get the ready daytime sheets And the answers blow a horn beep beep Well just Don't sweat, cheat me Make sense of what Don't sweat cheap shit Make sense of what Don't sweat cheap shit Make sense of what Make sense of what Make sense of what Make sense of what Make sense of what