Becca, Becca, Becca

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Becca, Becca, Becca, slept with fourty fellas She's eighteen, on the scene forever Don't know Diana, Blair or booze But she knows [?] one-two-threes Because she works on the bar almost every night Got a pick-and-mix of the finest dicks She know what she wants, she can get any man And she won't fall for any of your cheap plans [?] light blue [?] Open thighs, ripped tights, she don't have any right Rusty mopeds, mornings in bed Girls hit roulettes, man on a street bench [Verse 2] Gone back to the hometown, same ground, raining down National Express and it could've cost less CCTV on board Lot more than the government can afford Cameron's cuts and the Queen's criminals Cutting all the costs while sending subliminals Selling off your gold when you get old Do as you're told, go bald, and then fold [Chorus] I've been running round Running round the same town Acting like a total clown Chasing my baby round, baby round I've been running round Running round the same town Acting like a total clown Chasing my baby round [Verse 3] Finish education but in this nation Can never find a job, from the car, I've been robbed Handed in a CV, parents don't believe me They think that it's easy, wish that they could just see But I'm doing just fine I ain't on the streets, a product of crime I'm just taking my time to find my mind I'm one-of-a-kind [Chorus] I've been running round Running round the same town Acting like a total clown Chasing my baby round, baby round I've been running round Running round the same town Acting like a total clown Chasing my baby round [Outro] I'd like to, lad, but don't think we can afford to You'll have to ask your mother