Lyrics Wobbles on Cobbles - Hak Baker

Wobbles on Cobbles

Fucking hell man
Just get’s a bit tiresome dunnit
Every now and again
It’s how I see it, it’s how I’ve seen it
So, been another tough old week on the old cobbles
Hole week is filled with peaks, troughs and wobbles
Tell you what though would be entertaining to see it through my goggles
They’ll pay millions to watch our sorrows
went back to the nick last week
Won’t see the light of day for a decade
When the pigs come there’s no charades
Cried a few tears for the old dog
I have to see my uncles last weeks decay like this
Only opens the mouth to shove all the grub in
Looking back his last years have hardly been in parade though
If only he knew how much we loved him
Been another tough week on the old cobbles
Hole week is filled with peaks, troughs and wobbles
Tell you what though would be a million pound seat for these old goggles
They’ll pay millions to watch our struggles, again and again
Guess we got to get on with our own shit man
Can’t help but still take these risks
Got a west end for a few tickets
Lads risk it all for a few quid
My mate Harron got caught with some food he got fucking nabbed with
That’s another good old lad under the hatchet
But I’m going Ire got a gig there going to have it large
I gonna see if I can grab any of their magic it’s hard
So I took a few weeks off the booze, this old habit- I got
And I felt wicked in my mind
And when I went back to it fucking hell the buffoonery, we had it
When will we learn to fucking take in these signs
But I went down Brixton on a booze cruise in my
And my mates birthday was infratech but half tragic, really
Having it large with a in the night time starts
Still with her arse though (Fucking idiots)
Been another tough week on the old cobbles
Hole week is filled with peaks, troughs and wobbles
Tell you what though I’d love a lovely seat on the house of commons
Show the pompous cunts they’re wrongons
Another, another jumped up week on the old cobbles
Plus the weather has been bloody horrible
Tell you what though I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else puzzling ain’t it
World knows there is worse off problems
Just spoke to Beaver half seven in the morning
He can’t believe the news, he’s moaning
just had a baby too, his names Courtney
Lads gotta make sure that boy is sorted
Yeah next week got caught in a cran
they’ll be all sporting
Spoke to the east end bird I’m caught in to give me a bit of peace and mind
She remind me it’s a rough only world in we caught it
Little mug pulled a chive out on me the other day too
He’s my neighbor and he knows it
Gutted as he was mugging me off in my nose bridge
In my heart I knew I could of done him
Been a fucking jumped up week on the cobbles this week
But it was nice for the clap for the NHS
Them girls and boys are in it to their necks
I wish them all me best
Fucked up week this week
gone back to jail for ages
I guess we do as we speak
And write the words for our own pages