Grown Man

There goes the blower, my show more slower
Too many clean girls on the promenade
African head charge and mango flavours
Hook up my DV to my old time pagers

More toys, more gadgets than oxygen

A brand new box to put my socks-es in
'Cause nothing come close to fresh underwear
An empty house and handmade chairs
Spring in your step 'cause you just paid your poll tax
Your little brother's stopped smoking the crack
And the he said/she saids are a thing of the past
Mad Lass is next door and I'll pinch your arse
And it's a era I will dig up my diesel
Axe to the easel, catch-catch the measles
My steez is unbelievable

She's so kinky, blood stones on the pinky
Rinky dink badoink, twitch in my loin
Fluid in my kidney, don't you dare kid me
My big be the big bad body of hope

Hopelessly hopeful

Can I cope with a coke for the flowers
More style, more powers

Hm! More style, more powers

You a grown man now
So you might feel ashamed when you cry
But life don't get much easier
The people that pain seem sleazier
Sleazier

You don't like me, lightning strike me
But we still live to tell the tale and bail
And good God, we hanging on close to life
'Cause dead people really don't drink much beer
It's twelve pound a gram and the ale is brown

Make you wanna fight but we don't go there
Wifey don't want to clean before my show
So we keep the peace and we clean the tees
Pitch your fingers at peace, learn to love cold breeze
Do something with yourself, don't waste your mind
Payments in kind plus a quiet of wine
Lieutenant, I don't wanna do no bad
Drunk too much so please call me a cab

Buy from the bell, please lift the ban
Kick a hole in the can, take a dangerous ban

Zimme go

You a grown man now
So you might feel ashamed when you cry
But life don't get much easier
The people that pain seem sleazier
Sleazier
You a grown man now
So you might feel ashamed when you cry
But life don't get much easier
The people that pain seem sleazier
Sleazier