Jolly Fucker

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Promote yourself, look like a cunt Vodka parties, cushioned walls in a shit club I ain't bothered where it goes, I've got a job I'll rot away in the aisles of the co-op, mate, no prob French Fancies, Mr. Kipling acid dances Let's laugh at local record plants, elitist hippies Arrogant cunts, Ian Beale tight trunks Tight pants, grammar wanker Walk the plank, pirate manky, sixty kids, where's mine? Wasting money on shit coffee all the time Fish fingers, take the batter off I can't believe you had kids, fuck off [Chorus] Jolly fucker Jolly fucker Jolly fucker Mr. Jolly Fucker [Verse 2] Lamplight boogie, repress, repress Bus cunt, move then, mate, move for fuck's sake The machine goes bleep, ticketless sheep Baa-baa, crack sheep, have you any rock? EDL twat, Tommy used to work on the dock Union went all white, he fuckin' loved it Take it down, there, take it down, there Camouflaged Humpty Dumpty crusades Blood on the hands of working class rage [Chorus] Jolly fucker Jolly fucker Jolly fucker Mr. Jolly Fucker [Verse 3] Why do I walk on City and Guilded splinters? Digital time boards in the new public shitters Soft dips in hard roads, curry night, I'd better watch my words Two pint buzz and loads of office turds Push in, don't push me I was here first, you cunt, can't you fucking see? [Chorus] Jolly fucker Jolly fucker Jolly fucker Mr. Jolly Fucker