You're a Nottshead

You're a Nottshead, yeah You're a Nottshead, yeah Nice little nooks and crannies in the wood For the nice little mums and daddies Daddy's sauce What you doin' next year? Some folk young, course You can't come down near the river Cuttin' words into leaves So clever And your kiss-arse servants Still fear the wrath of the "don't make me laugh" Gettin' sucky and that Very clever Mounds of it And kids actin' like they've got it He asked me if I knew who Hendrix was And then Ian Brown I'm like, "You're takin' the fuckin' piss out me, man" Lingo like nonsense All that from the floppy-eared beautiful baggies That got employed Deploy the twat Why not? It's what I come for Big fingers up Lad bands are fuckin' dead, you cunt Do you wanna get mugged By a man like that? Do you wanna be told By tools like that? I'm never wrong, so tell me, where? I'm never wrong, so tell me, where? I'm never wrong, so tell me, where? You're a Nottshead, yeah You're a Nottshead, yeah I heard that the band just laughed at your "big up"s From the opal amateur End of the night in the clubs Fuckin' liar All the bands you signed are fuckin' dire Motown wanker Deluded Drawin' off the back of the beaut-all you did So "oh no"s Strike a pose Toerag Bo Above the Jazz club The stairs creaked in pairs I don't see what you see One big party I banged your gear And laughed at your stale tears That posed as laugh You ain't fuckin' T-Rex He's dead you twat So is Otis Funny how once you're through the door The majority just turn into poor courts All chest and lad-walks Big gear and cat-walks Your face got puked This streak of fortune looped the loop Until you spunked up and screamed at the sky "I can't believe I got signed!" Do you wanna get mugged By a man like that? Do you wanna be told By tools like that? I'm never wrong, so tell me, where? I'm never wrong, so tell me, where? I'm never wrong, so tell me, where? You're a Nottshead, yeah You're a Nottshead, yeah Big shine Big fuckin' "not available" Innocent of the idea That he might be unstable But hey, he's a crowd-monkey ripping you off mate Quite awkward Quite English and custard You rhubarb fuckin' shocker You got a team, haven't you? You wanker Shuffle to Atlantic Soul And claim it's where you feel at home You fuckin' white twat Get sniffed and tap the air like it's an ice Big lines Big fuckin' everything all the time Head nods, even when the tune's stopped Do you wanna get mugged By a man like that? Do you wanna be told By tools like that? I'm never wrong, so tell me, where? I'm never wrong, so tell me, where? I'm never wrong, so tell me, where? You're a Nottshead, yeah I'm never wrong, so tell me, where? I'm never wrong, so tell me, where? I'm never wrong, so tell me, where? You're a Nottshead, yeah You're a Nottshead, yeah You're a Nottshead, yeah You're a Nottshead, yeah