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Well we used to see his roller all around the Gate With the smoked glass windows and the personal plates In the big league bastards he was Number One He had half of North Kensington under his thumb Sweet as razorblade, twice as cruel Compromising as a paranoid mule Warm and assuring as a sawn-off gun Everyone was terrified of Number One Get some protection Everybody had to get protection Get some protection You'll never get ahead without protection He had a half-inch barnet and Italian shades Went jogging with the doberman every day Had a West End attorney in a jacket and tie And all the cops in his pocket that his money could buy Sweet as razorblade, twice as cruel Compromising as a paranoid mule Warm and assuring as a sawn-off gun He was Notting Hill's answer to Atilla the Hun Get some protection Everybody had to get protection Get some protection You'll never get ahead without protection Well he got a bit cocky - so the story goes And he ended up treading on too many toes The Ali supermarkets they decided to fight And the sons of Mohammed took him out that night The police followed them to Acton Town But a burnt BMW was all they found Nobody testified, everyone Was glad to see the back of him - Number One Get some protection Too bad he never had protection Get some protection You never get ahead without protection
Writer(s): Tom Robinson, Mark Ambler, Danny Kustow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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