Don't Mug Yourself

A new day, another morning after

Leaning back on my chair in a greasy spoon cafeteria

Last night was beer leeriness, done our way

But again, we're back in the light of day

Chatting shit, sitting at the wall table

Telling jokes, playing with the salt, looking out the window

Girl brings two plates of full English over

With plenty of scrambled eggs and plenty of friend tomato

Get my phone out, about to give this girl a shout

See if she had a nice time last night uptown

Ask if she fancies trying it again some time

Then Cal grabs the phone like oy, oy, oy, oy

Hold it down, boy, your head's getting blurred

I know you can't stop thinking of her

By all means, you can vibe with this girl

But just don't mug yourself, that's all, don't mug yourself

(Seriously, Mick, you fucker, don't mug yourself)

No, no, no, I mean, I'll fucking

I'm no way really, do you know what I mean?

I fucking, I can take it or leave it, believe

And then Calvin's like, oy

You need to hold it down, Jack, put your phone back

Quit staring into space and eat your snack, that's that

She'll want you much more for not hanging on

Stop me if I'm wrong, stop me if I'm wrong

Why should she be the one who decides

Whether it's off or on, or on, or off or on?

Now, the girl's rude, I know she's rude

But she screwed right through you

You'll be on your knees soon

Hold it down, boy, your head's getting blurred

I know you can't stop thinking of her

By all means, you can vibe with this girl

But just don't mug yourself, that's all, don't mug yourself

And I'm like, honestly, it's not like that

You're acting like I'm prancing like a sap

Jumping when she claps and that

Oy, do you really think I act whack?

'Cause I'm telling ya, I'm serving the aces

And it's game, set, and match

Perfectly in control of this goal

I've got the lead role, won't be folding, I'm older than you told

Girl sold, high speed's gold

Game over, game over, too cold

Hold it down, boy, your head's getting blurred

I know you can't stop thinking of her

By all means, you can vibe with this girl

But just don't mug yourself, that's all, don't mug yourself

Hold it down, boy, your head's getting blurred

I know you can't stop thinking of her

By all means, you can vibe with this girl

But just don't mug yourself, that's all, don't mug yourself

Uh oh, yeah

Hold it down, boy, your head's getting blurred

I know you can't stop thinking of her

That gyal, eh, she is smelly on her piece

She must have crab and fucking shrimp in her teeth

No, ohh, that's it, that's it

Ah, I dunno, let go again, go again

Are we, are we still recording?