What's with the fifty P charge when I pay card?

Came for the bag of pork scratchin's and I came hard

Soon as I put the gloves on I'ma get loud

I'ma get loud, I'ma get

Look right, we ain't here for a laugh

This is serious, serious, you must think I'm daft

The wife cooked me favorite and I'm in front of the plate

And if you do my nut in, well son, it's gonna end up in your face

I've had more scraps than you've had hot dinners

Look at ya, useless, lookin' all clueless, Jesus

You need a lesson in bein' a man

Tuck in your shirts and then pull up your pants

Listen again if you misunderstand

What's that? I don't wanna hear another peep

Tied more hands than the bobbies on the beat

Laurenies on my feet, pull up in the Merc' with my bird in the street

Hello, yeah, I've had enough of these mugs

Rollin' 'em up in a rug, come round the back of the car

Shoulda listened when I told ya

Do one, do one, do one, do one

Do one, you can go do one

Too many things on the line

Backed off the bing and I just got a new one

Do one, do one, do one, do one

Do one, you can go do one

Too many things on the line

Backed off the bing and I just got a new one

English in the back seat, shut it, yeah, exactly

Had a bird try and slap me, two ton pack straight from the factory

Black leather gloves, Batman dentist, take their teeth with a backhand

Still dodgin' the taxman down on the beach in a kaftan

Look who just walked through the door, son

I been here before, son, same old situation

I got a tenner in a sock and it's goin' under yorksies

Rigor mortis, stiff competition, I'm wishin' I were fishin'

With my granddaughter

When I throw stones it's over, when I throw stones it's over

Don't throw stones if you ain't got a hard head

Look son, I'm already half dead

Look son, I'm eatin' a naan bread

Nah, son, no gravestones in the flower bed

I've had enough malarkey, I got a mate and he knows karate

He's got a mate and he's in the army

Walk through the door, close down the party

Fist smashin' the fruit machine

I'm in the back of the pub with the snooker team, yeah

And the boots are clean, pint and a pie

With the mash and the gravy, yeah

I've had enough of these mugs

Rollin' 'em up in a rug, come round the back of the car

Shoulda listened when I told ya

Do one, do one, do one, do one

Do one, you can go do one

Too many things on the line

Backed off the bing and I just got a new one

Do one, do one, do one, do one

Do one, you can go do one

Too many things on the line

Backed off the bing and I just got a new one