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My Jampandy
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My Jampandy was released on January 3, 2013 by Rough Trade as a part of the album Austerity Dogs
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Release DateJanuary 3, 2013
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM146

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleaford Mods
Sleaford Mods
Performer
Andrew Fearn
Andrew Fearn
Programming
Jason Williamson
Jason Williamson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Fearn
Andrew Fearn
Composer
Jason Williamson
Jason Williamson
Lyrics, Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sleaford Mods
Sleaford Mods
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hate's a bit of a strong word as I bump into your sorry arse in the park, as I'm pushin' my little girl.
But what else can you do when presented with a fuckin' idiot like you.
I get a latte at the French style café and a croissant and jam.
Sit down, try to fuckin' forget about it man.
I hate that lad shit, that red top, "nice tits".
That Ian McCulloch white boy, bore me fuckless terrace bit.
Long drawl and calculated hand movement.
Has-bin.
Silent partner at the back giving fuckin' blessings to up and comin' twats in macs.
And your job made y'more confident, like a grub gettin' feathers and a beak.
Y'got a big mouth.
I fuckin' hate ya.
Always avoid a cunt like you on the street.
[Verse 2]
The man is a wanker
The man is a wanker
—he don't get much better
The man is a wanker
The man is a wanker
—he don't get much better
[Verse 3]
Physically past it. Pasty Tax.
D'you want a facial cavity courtesy of my jampandy?
Y'fuckin' cunt.
I'll have a thirty-two inch waist in raw denim and stick 'em in the freezer. Dunk.
I got years on'yr, while you got belly on me.
In a belly competition mate you'd win easily. Hands down.
With a side profile matching that of fuckin' Gordon Brown.
Always at number ten. Always gettin' beaten by nine other men, ain't ya.
Movin' up in the world doesn't mean using the lift mate.
"What floor d'ya want? Don't mind me—I'm in the fuckin' thing all day, eeeeeeeeeeee."
[Verse 4]
The man is a wanker
The man is a wanker
—he don't get much better
The man is a wanker
The man is a wanker
—he don't get much better
[Verse 5]
Torn apart in all the glory.
Friendships established—y'fuckin' bore me.
Shit wafer, shit ice cream, the ice cream man did time for obscene... behaviour.
So why haven't you.
Why haven't you suffered like you fuckin' should do?
Boo-boo. Boo-hoo.
Cryin' inside, sarcastic out front.
Did I do something bad to you in a previous life you cunt?
One on.
[Verse 6]
The man is a wanker
The man is a wanker
—he don't get much better
The man is a wanker
The man is a wanker
—he don't get much better
The man is a wanker
The man is a wanker
—he don't get much better
The man is a wanker
The man is a wanker
—he don't get much better
for you
for you
for you
for me
for you
Written by: Andrew Fearn, Jason Williamson
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