O.B.C.T

You know the fakes will always bite Whenever you go throw the line Fishing Gudgeons and perch All draped in sponsorships And hugging self-worth Like me You know the fakes who hide behind The little miffs that like to chime for 'em All grit and dirt Until the mask falls off And what you got is Sesame Street Big bird You can't be splashing, you got no fins You're getting salty, you ain't a fish You know now I just fantasize In a house three times the size of my old one And I pretend that it don't matter Passed Oliver Bonas in the Chelsea tractor You can't be splashing, you got no fins You're getting salty, you ain't a fish You're getting shirty Your cheeky cuffy getting Dragged 'round by your sleeves You can't be splashing, you got no fins You're getting salty, you ain't a fish You're getting shirty Your cheeky cuffy getting Dragged 'round by your sleeves You can't be splashing, you got no fins You're getting salty, you ain't a fish You're getting shirty Your cheeky cuffy getting Dragged 'round by your sleeves You can't be splashing, you got no fins You're getting salty, you ain't a fish You're getting shirty Your cheeky cuffy getting Dragged 'round by your sleeves You're getting dragged 'round by your sleeves You're getting dragged 'round by your sleeves You're getting dragged 'round by your sleeves