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biscuit tin - getdown services lyrics

[intro]
you alright mate? (you alright mate?)
yeah (you alright mate?)
you alright mate? (yeah, you alright mate?)
i’m alright, you alright mate? (i’m alright)

[verse 1]
morning mate, how’s tricks?
you alright mate? everything alright? yeah, nice
listen, i’ve had a think and i’ve got an offer for you
how about this, you just get on your knees a second, yeah, that’s it
right, now open your mouth
don’t worry mate it’s not like that, right, nice one
so what it is, i’ve got about 6 to 7 litres of warm sh*t that i’m gonna pour straight in
just hold still though mate, keep an eye on him ‘cos he’s a bit runny, a bit of a wet*un
yeah, i’m afraid it’s as good as i can do mate my hands are tied
but, should only cost you about a third of your income, mate
just a third of your income

[verse 2]
trouble is we got so used to the smell of sh*t we think it smells like fox’s glacier mints
and i know you think he’s alright, i know he’s your dad but he’s topping it up
he’s on top, reckons he earned it
i work 40 hours a week, i eat your sh*te for a living mate, when’s my second home coming?
i tell you when it’s coming, it isn’t
i’m not getting a slice of the pie, i don’t get one
you bought shares in the good life but then you told yourself you deserve it, but you don’t
no graft, no graft, you pulled that ladder right up
when that second home does come through mate i’ll tell you via bank transfer mate, standing order
you’ll hear all about it mate don’t you worry
you f*cking receding hair, red*faced, tuck your shirt in, bootleg jean dullard c*nt, get out
i hope you get it, you’re boring, you lost it, you traitor
don’t look at me ‘cos your face makes me feel weird
and i’ll tell you what, your dog’s f*ck ugly and all, it stinks
it stinks
[verse 3]
dear mr b*st*rd
i went to the biscuit tin, but there was no biscuits in it
‘cos you took them all, you ate them all, and then you shat them all out
and so now i’ve got to eat that sh*t, and i don’t want to
‘cos it’s sh*t so it tastes like sh*t, and your dog f*cking stinks

[chorus]
i make the money
you, you take the money
i, i make the money
you, you take the money

[verse 4]
so give us a shout when you do get gout
‘cos i’ve been needing something to smile about
and i reckon your fat swollen foot will have me smiling for about a week, mate
just what the doctor ordered, standing order
10 quid for a glass of water
just leave me alone, i can’t be bothered with it

[verse 5]
maybe it isn’t your dog that stinks, it’s your breath
what have you been eating mate? compost?
get lost, get a clue, who even are you?
just a bloke called rob, you kn*b
i’d wish you’d put that gob around the exhaust pipe of the range rover that i paid for
you’re rotten, but not in a good way
not like the mulch it smells like you’ve been chewing, you f*cking loser
[chorus]
i, i make the money
and you, you take the money
i, i make the money
and you, you take the money

[verse 6]
you’re wrong, you’re long, but you’re not like the eurotunnel
more like a bad day at work, you berk
i can’t bear the sight of you, i can’t hack the thought of you
lying in your bed eating cream h*rns that you paid for with coins i put in your pocket
didn’t have to dig too deep did you? you creep
you’re coin operated, i waited, overcompensated
i’m gonna chuck some dirt in your eye

[verse 7]
oh here we go, here come the waterworks
standing at my front door telling me you’ve got bills to pay
telling me all about the chronicles of f*cking hernia
all your weird kids lined up behind like you’ve been shoplifting down the [?] crèche
alright children, your dad’s a dirty robbing b*st*rd and i’m glad his stomach lining burst
the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe?
more like the tw*t, the tw*t, and the tw*t
i’m looking at the tallest one, sucking on a capri sun
i’m thinking about him getting slide tackled in p.e, two footer
and i can’t help but laugh mate, i can’t help it
and maybe i’ll take that foil carton and fill it with my own juice
put it in his lunchbox so everyone at school calls him pbd, that’s p*ss breath dan
i’m the man, i’m a f*cking ledge
my sh*t sparkles like meghan markle
edward cullen, not like you, you dullard
i’m absolutely f*cking sick of it
i’m done, i’m telling mum
i’m done, i’m done, i’ll see you later (i make the money)
i’ll see you later (you take the money)

- getdown services lyrics

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