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sleaford mods - double diamond lyrics

trends
you know they come, you know they come and then they go
you know they come, you know they come and then they go
trends
you know they come, you know they come and then they go
you know they come, you know they come and then they go
trends, trends
you know they come, you know they come and then they go
you know they come, you know they come and then they go
you know they come and go

these early mornings just f+ck me up
the smell of pale ale makes a man pale, duck
i can’t stand this f+cking line anymore
it’s sh+t galore, workhouse
and a knicker blocker glory, bocker

i don’t like puddings

dodging diamonds at sixteen revs per minute
here sits a big c+ck+faced b+st+rd and he’s over the f+cking limit
tomato sauce it’s a mushroom
looks really dirty on my f+cking plate
i got a fish bone hanging from my gob like a matchstick, mate
the yellow streetlight, unleaded, diesel
i start it up, ooh
pop goes the
pop goes the f+cking weasel
the a52, sat+rday nights fever
and why the f+ck have you got a personal page on wikipedia?
you’ve done f+ck all
it’s called the blag, jason
oh, f+ck the blag
yes, the blag

spinning dog sh+t, still smells really bad
i don’t like puddings

i want big bum hole to suck me up
who goes there!
it’s captain cook from the planet
i still don’t know what the f+ck i’m on about, duck

minimum cage
maximum cage
for me and you
minimum cage
maximum cage

eat it
these f+cking drug dealers
after about a year, they start to lose weight
sit down
it’s not my f+cking problem, mate
you see ’em out an’ about, you can’t have a laugh with these tw+ts
just look at you like you’re going on about something you shouldn’t be going on about
what are you gonna do?
why don’t you get your main supplier over here, then?
it won’t take him five minutes
f+cking w+nker only lives in st ann’s
why don’t you tell him i’m a s+x worker
he’ll come over then
in fact, why don’t you tell him i’m a s+x worker on crack, and i’m willing
in fact, more than willing to be his slave
to wither and worm, through the rotten soil of nowhere land
to live on scr+ps fed from the palm of his hand
go and get your f+cking man, chicken!

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