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Intro:-
.....Quick, get his wallet, we re off down the fukin Spar, c mon!
Quick...draw on his face, man, draw on his face, clart.
Get his willy out, get it, man, take a photo and send it to fukin Woman s Own, haaa....
Leave it, man...i m fukin wrecked!

Ben Wa Balls came round and smoked loads of draw
Next thing I know, he s asleep on the floor
What s goin on? I just had a bong
I feels light headed, this can t last for long

If you can t take the blow then I think you better leave
I think you better know and you better believe
This kid s serious, I gotta go home
I look really mashed, I m as white as a bone
I m all mashed up just like Eddie Kid
I can t move my arms and i feel like a flid

Look at you, clart, you re in a right fukin state
I can t believe you just chucked up over my mate
I told you not to have that last fukin hit
And your leisuresuit smells of fukin shit
Get out the house and fuk off home
You stupid twat, that was a pure skunk cone

It s not clever to get wrecked and have shit dripping out of your ass

Now my name s P Xain and I smoke for Britain
But I smoked a bud and now I m trippin
I feel fukin wicked like Terry Wogan
Like Crocodile Dundee 2 s Paul Hogan

I m fukin mashed, I needs to go home
I feels fukin wrecked and I m white like a bone
I gotta lie down, I gotta do it soon
If I don t do it fast then I m gonna puke in the room

I smokes loads of weed, I m on my fukin knees
All I need now is a quarter pounder with cheese!
I needs to put my jacket on and get my trouser suit
But I can t pick up my trainers coz I ve been sniffing glue

I ve been smokin a bong for far too fukin long
Coz after a while, I feels like a mong
So pack that chong and give me a hit
Hussain s tracksuit never smells of dog shit
I smoked half a pound of Li-Ganga s fukin gear
So go fuk yourself if you says that I m a queer
Give me a phone coz I m going fukin numb
I gotta get back or my nan will start to moan
So see you boys soon, laters clarts
I m off to pull some Newport fukin tarts

Shout to your neighbours, shout to the ravers
Shout to the people who do loads of favours
For you, and the GLC crew
Safe as fuk, you knows it

Time to go home, son
Fukin time for the taxi to come
I said this kid s right, I gotta get home
I feels really mashed, I m white as a bone
I gotta get out but I can t fukin move
Shit, that draw s strong, I ve bust my groove

Shout out to Carl from Risca, he knows he s safe, He knows the score coz you knows he sells me the fukin draw

G-G-G-Goldie lookin chain

Goldie lookin chain

Respect to all the people who ve got a bit mashed in the past and dirtied themselves and had to go and clean themselves up

Said you came from a mining town
But they closed the mining down
Said your daddy was a drinker
He had a picture of Jesus on his sinker

Maybe I... maybe I m coming for you tonight

This town s only five miles wide
Look everywhere there s a road...

Before I let you go,
Give me just one more night to show you just how i feel.
Lost all my control,
If it takes my whole damn life i ll make this up to you.
Kind of like the waves,
That roll their whole life towards somewhere crashing on the shore.
It s blown in...

Where did we go wrong?
We had all the magic to put us on our way
And all the tragedy that we ever wanna see
But you know I m right
When I say
The best is yet to come.
Where did we go...

Well I been Meat City to see for myself
Well I been Meat City to see for myself
Been Meat City, been Meat...
Just got to give me some rock n roll
People were dancing like there s no tomorrow
Meat City
Fingerlickin chickinpickin Meat City shookdown U.S.A.
Pig...

I did my part i tried my best i gave my heart i took no rest time will tell
If i left my mark but i ll know full well i did my
Part when i look down the road what do i see my children s children looking
Right back at me...