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Intro
01:12
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Hawaii Tom
01:25
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2 pound pints 1 pound sambuca shots boys
Get in there and rob me blind
Faded bills obscured by a grass skirt
1.60 Stella if you’re a Scorpio
2 quid other wise
Either way, am losing money
Greasy rain collecting on his hairy bastard belly
Nothin north an only pastied high tops south
Pulling out lighters from fuck knows where through the grass skirt
Hawaii Tom sellotaped on
Show these at the bar fellas
Tellem Tom sent ye
The Albert mere metres away
Sunk into Withington High Street
Big Tom hula hooping in the pissing rain
Pinching bums
Getting punters through the door
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Andy O Brian
01:20
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Andy o Brian
Andy o Brian
Andy o Brian shagged my wife
Here he is old Andy o Brian
Bailing up the front path
Bunching his bills over his balls
And squeezed out the upstairs window
As Andy throws himself round the front gate
Andy o Brian shagged my wife
Andy O Brian
Andy O Brian
Andy O Brian shagged my wife
Scraping round Withington
His van teaming with metal
The poor fella pours his heart out
A public service announcement to South Manchester
Screamed into his megaphone
Andy O Brian
Andy O Brian
Andy O Brian shagged my wife
Sat in the Albert strangling a pint
Sweating bullets in his hat burning a hole in the door
That fella will fuck anything that moves lads
Warning the landlord and DVD Dave
It’s all a laugh until
Andy O Brian shags your wife
Andy O Brian
Any old iron
Andy O Brian shagged my wife
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Blokes
01:54
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Ello fellas, cans there
Big Gerry letting on to the boys
I live for this lads
Blokes being bloody blokes
Big fart as he leans back on the wall
Love that
He’s turned up in his farahs
And the boys are like hot air balloons in dresses
Love that
His legs are swimming in his kecks
And the boys are netted up like joints of ham
Fella’s got a bif nicely slotted into a tooth gap
Ey! It’s alright that
One of the boys
Gerry’s big baldy head in a sea of sliding wigs
Basin with the brasses at the bottom of the Rambla
So I ses to me tart
To get the ball rolling with his made up mates
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Aki
01:40
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The purple fella’s doing the rounds again
Come out of hibernation
You’ll see him squeezing in Piccadilly gardens
You’ll see him getting animated on the train
What’s God tryna tell us there
bringing Aki off the bench?
He fuckin loves muscles
Banished for biceps, exiled for exercise
Big Purp’s been sent down and moved on
He’ll choke a quad with one hand
and grip an asda bag with the other
He’s the wool’s problem now
He’s the wool’s problem now
Cos he fuckin loves muscles
The anorak shops of Manchester are set to make a killing
And it’s calves are set to get strangled
What is there after Ormskirk?
He’ll get nicked again
Cos he’ll squeeze again
Cos he fuckin loves muscles
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PRINZEDOM Barcelona, Spain
postlabel / radio / family cult
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