Lyrics

Bunch of cunts Bunch of Bunch of fucking absolute cunts Bang banging on the sharpened front Nonplus The flicker, the fruit machine, the guaranteed bus And two-for-one We aren't the sitcom Ricky, you played it out to the finest crumb on the armchair, scary! Fresh leaves, morning petrol and sweetie House, Hansel and Gretel Itch to an hair of what the fuck Lost souls in the Victoria Centre look lost bruv Dr Dre, them headphones are shit And they're fucking everywhere mate Boom box Urban toss The ghost of the beaming light Through the fucking beatbox Bunch of cunts Bunch of cunts Bunch of cunts Bunch of cunts Hide behind the speaker Bob to the next tune BOOM! In the jungle the mighty jungle The lion's off his nut Gold rings, bracelets, years on the road The SSP went So I better get the benefit form on the go I got four, take one quick I know there's more We get split On the endless bar lights, sea side resort A lump in ya mouth And bang go the rides the fair ground rides The screaming crowd I sound like I got a sand paper mouth Touch me thick I'm an Angel Delight Angel Delight, Farley's Rusks I want the Spangles right Bunch of cunts Bunch of cunts just like that Bunch of cunts just like that Bunch of cunts just like that Just like that Just like that Just like that Just like that Just like that Just like that