Moptop

Do you mind!

You biffed my nose!

He's got a blonde mop

He's got a moptop

He's got a blonde mop

He's got a moptop

I sick of what I tell ya fer note

saying fucking sorry to the catalogue vote

'aving to be a bit naff and inclined

when all I really wanted was to batter 'em blind

these pleasantries and intelligence

are no real match for the spoon and tuppence

of ale stops and tired minds

I think before I say, it better be in line

I think before I say, it better be in line

I think before I say and let the words slip by

I think before I say, it better be in line

I think before I say and let the words slip by

He's got a blonde mop

He's got a moptop

He's got a blonde mop

He's got a moptop

I feel like I'm not gunna cope

The game has changed it's proper now it comes with no hope

Rotten clementines, no socks no pants

all reformed bands and dead pop chants

like the tinsel mate it's Seventies

Reminds me of a time when we were little kids

reminds of a time when the coast was clear

but now it's meatballs and jam as I float around oh dear

Oh dear

Oh dear

Oh dear

Oh dear

Oh dear

I think before I say, it better be in line

I think before I say and let the words slip by

I think before I say, it better be in line

I think before I say and let the words slip by

He's got a blonde mop

He's got a Moschops

He's got a blonde mop

He's got a moptooooooooooooooooooooooooop

I think before I say, it better be in line

I think before I say and let the words slip by

I think before I say, it better be in line

I think before I say and let the words slip by

He's got a blonde mop

He's got a moptop

He's got a blonde mop

He's got a moptop