गाने
I've seen it all before
I don't really wanna see it anymore, man
Tell you the truth mate, it's a disgrace
(Its a fuckin' disgrace!)
And how the hell it works
I'll never really know but it hurts
How do you get away with it?
Ya see mate I like you
Don't mind you
You're a pretty good bloke
I like you
Don't mind you
But is this some sort of joke?
Ya punchin'
Ya punchin' above ya weight
Ya punchin'
Ya punchin' above your
Ya punchin'
Ya punchin' above ya weight
Ya punchin'
Ya punchin' above your
Sorry for my raving and ranting
(You've been like this for years Sammy)
But mate, you're really no oil painting
(Ya nothing mate)
Ya missus however is a pleasure on the eye
(She's alright)
But her taste in blokes leaves a lot to be desired
I like you
Don't mind you
You're a pretty good bloke
I like you
Don't mind you
But is this some sort of joke?
Ya punchin'
Ya punchin' above ya weight
Ya punchin'
Ya punchin' above your
Ya punchin'
Ya punchin' above ya weight
Ya punchin'
Ya punchin' above your
Weight
Ya punchin'
Ya punchin' above your
Ya punchin'
Ya punchin' above ya weight
Ya punchin'
Ya punchin' above your
Ya punchin'
Ya punchin' above ya weight
Ya punchin'
Ya punchin' above your weight
Written by: Samuel Smith, The Beefs

