Jolly Fucker

Promote y'self

look like a cunt

Vodka parties

cushioned walls in a shit club

I ain't bothered where it goes

I got a job

I 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 cunts

Ian Beale tight trunks

tight pants

grammar wanker

walk the plank

pirate mankey

sixty kids—where's mine?

wastin' money on shit coffee all the time

fish fingers

take the batter off

I can't believe you had kids

—Fuck off!

Jolly Fucker

Jolly Fucker

Jolly Fucker

Mister Jolly Fucker

Lamplight boogie

re-press, re-press

bus cunt

move then mate

move for fuck's sake

the machine don't bleep

ticketless

sheep

bah-bah crack sheep

have you any rock

E.D.L. twat

Tommy used to work on the dock

union went all white

—he fuckin' loved it

take it down there

take it down there

camouflage

Humpty Dumpty

Crusades

blood on the hands of working class rage

Jolly Fucker

Jolly Fucker

Jolly Fucker

Mister Jolly Fucker

Why do I walk on City and Guilded splinters

digital time boards are the new public shitters

soft dips in hard roads

curry night

I'd better watch my words

two-pint buzz

and loads of office turds

push in

don't push me

I was here first you cunt

can't you fuckin' see?

Jolly Fucker

Jolly Fucker

Jolly Fucker

Mister Jolly Fucker