Jolly f*cker lyrics

Promote yourself, look like a c*nt
Vodka parties. Cushioned walls in a sh*t club
I 'ain't bothered where it goes, I've got a job
I'll rot away in the aisles of the Co-op mate, no prob
French Fancies, Mr Kipling, acid dances
Let's laugh at local record plants
Elitist hippies, arrogant c*nts, Ian Beale, tight trunks
Tight pants, grammar wanker. Walk the plank, pirate mankey
Sixty kids, where's mine? Wasting money on sh*t coffee all the time
Fish fingers, take the batter off. I can't believe you had kids. f*ck off!

Jolly f*cker! Jolly f*cker! Jolly f*cker! Mr Jolly f*cker!

Lamp Light Boogie. Re-press, re-press
Bus c*nt. Move then, mate. Move for f*cks sake!
The machine goes bleep. Ticketless. Sheep
Baa baa crack sheep. Have you any rock?
EDL twat. Tommy used to work on the dock. Union went all white. He f*ckin' loved it
Take it down, there. Take it down, there. Camouflage. Humpty Dumpty. Crusades
Blood on the hands of working class rage

Jolly f*cker! Jolly f*cker! Jolly f*cker! Mr Jolly f*cker!

Why do I walk on City and Guilded splinters?
Digital time boards on the new Public sh*tters
Soft dips in hard roads. Curry Night. I'd better watch my words
Two Pint Bull and loads of Office Turds
Push in. Don't push me! I was here first, you c*nt! Can't you f*ckin' see?
Jolly f*cker! Jolly f*cker! Jolly f*cker! Mr Jolly f*cker!