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Intro 1
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Start chippin' up the road cos I owe
him three- weeks dough
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tele's on the blink
beer to last all evening
Later on chips for feedin'
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bouncers into the Ministry Of Sound
Scored, Moffat,
back indoors with a profit
If you can't pay you can't play
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piggy- bank's still in the bin,
Been there since I was a kid
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"I get paid on Friday,
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runnin's now
On the streets I'm just a geezer
Shit, we all got our runnin's now
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Burassic seat again
week on beers with friends
to get my next spliff sorted
to get smothered
Hold on to your seat 'cos
it's all gone a bit Pete
*wrong*
now the moment's passed the cash is a distant memory
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really you've got no
dough in the piggy
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into pool table pockets
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Verse 9
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That'll be my English inner city tan
I'm skinny like a woman,
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need to get some punan' through the door
*Please Sir, can I have some more?*
Oi.
Oi, lend me a tenner so I
can go to the chip- shop,
This time opting for the reassuringly
cheap option
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My Schott hoodie's my
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my bad day frown 'cos,
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Life in the third- class
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is a permit to travel
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'Cos I can't pay the rent but I got ' hundred- and- nine pound pair
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on
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Verse 11
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[Chorus]
And then this geezer turned
round to me and said
And I was like
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Oi that's it.
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