Harvey Nicks (feat. Sway)

Listen, people

Now every season, section-y sectioning

Silks, linens, cottons, nylons, polyesters-ing

Who knows, might even throw a couple extensions in

Tell 'em, Tony

Mainly Italians and Brits, we've invested in

Oh, I must mention the surnames we're steppin' in

Lancock, Smith, just a few we've accepted in

To be part of the gang, you need to have a presence in

In our selection, election is no questionin'

Strictly the dog's nuts for Roley and dressed in

Seville suits with fine temple, single breasted in

These are made measured to the T, like Brex and M

Never yacky fitted, Fred Perry, we correct him in

You know what I mean?

'Cause, man had flippin' overalls on

This pretty bird behind the till's takin' a piss at him, man

Just look, she been givin' man no help

When I drop in Harvey Nicks

To shop in Harvey Nicks

If I don't look hardly slick

Or appear hardly fit

The cashier don't hardly trip

The lady hardly flits

Unless I'm wearing barmy shit

Or garments that are the shit

The last we was in here, we just blank with despair

The pretty bird behind the till was flippin' through Marie Claire

Flickin' the end of her hair, fidgetin' all nervous

Had us thinkin' where the fuck is the customer service?

Must  have been the flippin' shabby overalls we were wearin'

And the back of Classics that were on the verge of tearin'

'Cause auntie's front room needed redecoratin'

So we painted it light blue to make it look more radiant

But today that ain't the case

Nah, mate

It's Lyle & Scott cardigans that us men are draped in

The pretty bird behind the till's fuckin' grin is so blatant

It's suckin' man's bottom, 'cause she must think we've got the papers

So from this day forth, we must always recall

Never, ever to come back in here in overalls

'Cause pretty birds behind tills, they don't like to smile and talk

To brehs ballin' round in fuckin' overalls

When I drop in Harvey Nicks

To shop in Harvey Nicks

If I don't look hardly slick

Or appear hardly fit

The cashier don't hardly trip

The lady hardly flits

Unless I'm wearing barmy shit

Or garments that are the shit

When I drop in Harvey Nicks

To shop in Harvey Nicks

If I don't look hardly slick

Or appear hardly fit

The cashier don't hardly trip

The lady hardly flits

Unless I'm wearing barmy shit

Or garments that are the shit

Bro, it's as if she's never seen our mugs in here before

'Cause as soon as we was about to make a move

She released the door

Pointin' the finger at her assistant to attend to both of our needs

Chuckin' an ol' pedant onto the counter

Struttin' towards Teddy and me

Now it's all a guided tour through the Lacoste new seasons

Compliments on our attire, mints, and offer us greetin's

Not to mention the welcome sample squirts and the private seatin'

That they usually use for the selfish twats

Whenever pressed for them to bring the teas in

But the other day, that weren't the case

Nah, mate

It was her on the phone to the security guard to follow us for no damn reason

Lookin' down at her watch, givin' us the cold shoulder treatment

Askin' us if we could hurry up, 'cause they were closin' early that evenin'

So from that day forth, we have always remembered

Never, ever to wear overalls, it's just absurd

'Cause overalls, all over, overalls don't work

'Cause now that we're in line, it's got the bird flickin' up her skirt

When I drop in Harvey Nicks

To shop in Harvey Nicks

If I don't look hardly slick

Or appear hardly fit

The cashier don't hardly trip

The lady hardly flits

Unless I'm wearing barmy shit

Or garments that are the shit

When I drop in Harvey Nicks

To shop in Harvey Nicks

If I don't look hardly slick

Or appear hardly fit

The cashier don't hardly trip

The lady hardly flits

Unless I'm wearing barmy shit

Or garments that are the shit

When I shop at Harvey Nicks

Everybody thinks I'm a star

'Cause I wear my rented blazer

And I step out my rented car

A little girl with a pen ran up to me

And said, "I know who you are"

But when I gave her my autograph, she said

"Mum, is this how you spell Lamar?"

When I shop at Harvey Nicks

The security give me grief

They must think I'm a thief

'Cause I don't sound like The Streets

Even when I'm just tryin' it on

They think I'm tryin' it on

I said, "Why would I steal from you?

I'm loaded," then they called the police

(There's a guy with a gun)

Despite this, I like shoppin' here

'Cause it's a lot quicker than eBay

I bumped into this Labour MP who was lookin' for a pair of CK

I said, "Hi, I'm Sway, and I hope you're havin' a nice day"

Then I slapped him in his face and said,

"What type of party doesn't have a DJ?"

I remember the first time I came here

I was shopliftin' and got nabbed

In the shoplift, I got grabbed

(Hey you, excuse me, open your bag)

I got put in a pair of handcuffs

All for a pair of cufflinks

I said, "Please, sir, don't send me to prison

If it's anything like Butlins "

When I drop in Harvey Nicks

To shop in Harvey Nicks

If I don't look hardly slick

Or appear hardly fit

The cashier don't hardly trip

The lady hardly flits

Unless I'm wearing barmy shit

Or garments that are the shit

When I drop in Harvey Nicks

To shop in Harvey Nicks

If I don't look hardly slick

Or appear hardly fit

The cashier don't hardly trip

The lady hardly flits

Unless I'm wearing barmy shit

Or garments that are the shit

Next time I'll come in

In a balaclava

See what she does then

Slag

Next time I'll come in

In a balaclava

See what she does then

Slag

Slag

Slag

That might not be a good idea, still