Graham

This is shit

Fucking had it danced it necked it pilled it

Slagged it

Boozed it

It's all bollocks

Graham

Play something sweeter

Put your drink down, man

Cause there's nothing coming out

Of your left speaker

Graham

Play something sweeter

Put your drink down, mate

I can't hear anything coming out

Of your left speaker

Loads of old people necking pills

Ecstasy has truly taken its toll

On some of these faces

The fucking eyes have hills

Mine's wearing off

And the bird I been chatting up

Is starting to look like a dead dog

Ah well

Graham

Play something sweeter

Put your drink down, man

I can't hear anything coming out

Of your lеft speaker

Graham

Play something sweetеr

Put your drink down, mate

I can't hear anything coming out

Of your left speaker

Nottingham has deffo gone downhill

This this ain't the Cool Cat

Deffo ain't Venus

And why the fuck is everyone

Raving about Crazy Penis

I got three women circling me

Like an hungry shark

Only these ones don't bite

They fucking bark

Ah well

I can't help but feel cynical

I can't help but feel bored

1990 came and went

I don't want it anymore

If I had the money I'd go away

If I had the bollocks I'd completely change

But my hens are caged ain't free range

And I will rot in this shithole

Gonna die a young age

Graham

Play something sweeter

Put your drink down, man

I can't hear anything coming out

Of your left speaker

Graham

Play something sweeter

Put your drink down, mate

I can't hear anything coming out

Of your left speaker

Rottingham...wheres Robin when we need him?

Ain't giving to the poor anymore

He's selling to the rich

?

And on a three day bender

Come down and smack little John

With a hammer

He don't wear green he just smokes it, man

Thinks he's fucking Tony Montana

Daft cunt

Graham

Play something sweeter

Put your drink down, man

I can't hear anything coming out

Of your left speaker

Graham

Play something sweeter

Put your drink down, man

Leave him J

Fuck off

I can't hear anything coming out

Of your left speaker

Where's the font where's the want

Where's the need

Gone man did one

Been replaced by Satanists

Call themselves spiritualists

Bogsters, shit haircuts

Fucking down and out greed

False prophets dishing out

Twigs and seeds

"You want decent gear, J

You come see me"

Bollocks

The path to enlightenment

Doesn't exist anymore

You got get in the bus

Too many off licenses

Too many bus stops

And too many good deals

On Special Brew

I'm in no fit state to talk to you

Or to God

Sorry

Graham

Play something sweeter

Put your drink down, man

I can't hear anything coming out

Of your left speaker

Graham

Play something sweeter

Put your drink down, mate

I can't hear anything coming out

Of your left speaker

This bean ain't working sod it

I should of bought some cheese

All these cunts slagging me off

For being a sniff head

Now look at them

"Yes please yes please"

I should have bought some coke

When it starts getting desperate

Any self respecting time bomb

Is going to take home

I remember that bloke

Used to be a dancer twat

Now look at him like the rest of us

Stressing about ?

Stressing about ?

Graham

Play something sweeter

Put your drink down, man

I can't hear anything coming out

Of your left speaker

Graham

Play something sweeter

Put your drink down, mate

I can't hear anything coming out

Of your left speaker

"J leave him..."

"Fuck off"

"J leave him..."

"Fuck off"

"Pound on the door"

"Fuck off"

"J leave him..."

"Fuck off"