PINTGLASS BY PINTGLASS OFF THE ALBUM PINTGLASS

This is fucking Pintglass, you cunts

Let's fucking 'av' it

Put the kettle on, go on, sort me some grub

Ten hours on the job

Fucking knackered, bruv

Let's put on Radio Three

I'm not feeling twenty five, sipping on a cuppa tea

Fuck off

Yeah, fuck off

Get off my fucking job, you cunt

For the fucking firm

I don't wanna see your fucking shit-stained whites

Get off my job, get off my site

Your mush

Mistook for a bush

That's why I put the fucking digger through it

Bosh

I feel like a stupid, old codger

Sitting here late at night still tuggin' on me todger

Yeah, remember the name

P-I-N-T

Fucking sing it

Pintglass

Let's have a fight

Geezas for life

Get off my site

Pintglass

You know the name

The name

To the 01483

Repeat after me

When I say geeza, you say geeza

Let's fucking have it

Geeza, geeza, geeza, geeza, gezza

Oosh

Geeza, geeza, geeza, geeza, gezza, geeza

Oosh

Cunts, you know the fucking name

P-I-N-T

Again

Pintglass

Let's have a fight

Geezas for life

Get off my site

Pintglass

You know the name

P-I-N-T

Glass to the teeth

Six feet beneath the job

Pintglass

One of the firm

Straight in the chipper

Shredded to the bone

We called your mum, you ain't going home

Fuck you, ain't going home

England

The United Kingdom

GTHC

Motherfucker

P-I-N-fucking-T