Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wobbles on Cobbles, artist - Hak Baker. Date of issue: 14.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |