Tramp Stamps and Trendy Bollocks

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Tramp stamps and trendy bollocks I went over to Morocco for the week I ate loads of lamb and got munched out on some weird On mange tout jobs Are you surprised, you flop? I'm not Shocking bunch of opportunity knocks And all this ranting on about Pasha You like the place that much Why the fuck did you spend 600 quid flying over here? Tramp stamps and trendy bollocks Mondeo drive I won't repeat the fucker for a chorus I'll just mention it once I'm not fucking brilliant I don't need to rely on gimmicks to write a song Too many tickling sticks on Promises And Ken Dodd's racking up profit I don't want to Well get fuckin' off it And I'm not talking about that cappuccino kid shit I'm a fucking coffee cobbler So get it slap it you fucking tit Did you see any of the ancient sites? Did I, fuck? We stayed in the hotel and got grubbed up, duck All inclusive, uncultured shit Culture's for pricks Sick pricks Like Silvio what's-his-face And his army of extremely rich sex addicts Shoot the fucking lot of them Who orders a sculptor to carve the torso Of Superman with their own head placed on top of it? That's fuckin' thick You're fucking thick Prick Alley b Seven days of sunshine Laughing at all the swingers, cheesy bastards You're all real dead ringers for love They all pop doves and grab grannies It's the Return of the Jedi Return of the fucking Jabba fannies Free drinks, free love, free entry Lemon entry And can you fucking cook love? Escorts, big 'uns Over 65s don't drink and drive Then why the fuck are you trying to sell me cider With my half a tank of unleaded, Clive? I like the dive Rev it up, fuck it Middle England Still wants to be a cowboy On Route 65, pop fuck it Tramp stamps and trendy bollocks Tramp stamps and trendy bollocks Tramp stamps and trendy bollocks