Don’t you ever give it a rest?
Listen, this is my story but let me stress,
I’m not out to impress
Slag off the way you dress
I’m just telling you how it was
Hands up, I’m the first to admit
Bold as brass come to mention it
No, but seriously
I strongly feel sometimes, some things have to be said
Especially if you come round our way,
We sprouted way too fast, old before our time
Adolescent granddads
Caught up in the shackles of petty crime
Slash shredded lines, no communication
Ziltch education.
In our house discipline was a word that only existed in a dictionary we never had
Too busy sniffing after gailies, trying to emulate me dad
Yeah, cos I knew it all, little boy with a man’s head
Tricky man a darter, grass and you’re dead.
Got more front than quarry mount clock
Hate school cos all the teachers bash and mock
“You’ll never add up to nothing, you’re just a waste of space!
Gadge breath in yer face, can you smell it? Audrey, now spell it
L.O.S.E.R”
Just a loser, just a loser.
Loser, well I’m thinking on the boil, what a jumped up little tosser,
Only got time for the perfect world kids
With their Marks and Sparks posh wallpaper clip books
Proper good looks, all star Jocelyn Brown nose wannabees,
Calm down, calm down
Fuss, fuss, always fussing
Single file, single file, one at a time, one at a time
Strutting paranoid, moving through studentville
With a wet, frisky April breeze blowing blossoms off trees
Soaking his spanking clobber.
Have you seen the state of his strides?
Good job he’s got a pair of stones in an old pump bag keeping his stash
Home and dry from prying eyes who only need to see
On a see to be seen basis,
His heart thumps, ten to the dozen. It’s like Wacky Races
As a mushka on a giant flying pot bellied pig towing a broken down spaceship
Which ran into Tommy Kipper’s stunt double apparently.
Any trouble, any bother, don’t mess about with all these pranksters
Just come and see the gangster, he’ll sort it out for you
Watch your ass he’s a super grass
Not you Tommy, not you Tom
Snitching snake in the grass
Better watch your ass he’s a super grass
Don’t mess with the wily terrier
Snitching snake in the grass
Better watch your ass he’s a super grass
Mang shice mush,
Mushkra is a janing
credits
from Once Upon a Time in Woodhouse,
released May 24, 2022
George Sproule, Vocals
Sam Hobbs, Drums, Percussion, Synthesizer
Mark Creswell, Guitar, Bass
Produced, Mixed and Engineered by Sam Hobbs and Mark Creswell
Lyrics by George Sproule
Music by Sam Hobbs and Mark Creswell
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