I Gotta Feeling

I'm talking cheap shop gangsters

Pranksters, ankle-biting hamsters

Fresh boots and rented suits

Four pints in and hurling abuse

Walking 'round town, I'm in astound

Fake tan pouters lurking around and

I don't mean to be so cynical

But with these losers, violence is typical

Don't you know that's John Roy?

The hardest man in the convoy

All I see with my eyes is

John Roy loves Peaky Blinders

Trust you ain't going places

Just lost all your dough at the races

Normally I can ignore it

But tonight my patience can't withdraw it

Now, now, now

It's gonna take more tonight to bring me down

I got a feeling

Now, now, now

This place is full of drunks and silly clowns

I got a feeling

Inspired by 4chan mafia

Yet these bozos get hypocapnia

Can't stand on their own two feet

So they take all their pain and they mix it in with beak

I always found it hard to fit in

I was just like them in a gang of toxic men

Deep down I was never that guy

Looking back inside, I was living a lie

So sometimes I try to relate

Understand that ego is just checkmate

You just need a pin to deflate

And it's okay, mucker, it's never too late

Shout out to the writers of Peaky Blinders

You inspired the new age of wankers

Now, now, now

It's gonna take more tonight to bring me down

I got a feeling

Now, now, now

This place is full of drunks and silly clowns

I got a feeling

Now, now, now

It's gonna take more tonight to bring me down

I got a feeling

Now, now, now

This place is full of drunks and silly clowns

I got a feeling

I got a feeling