| Same shit day in, day out
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| Makes me wanna scream, makes me wanna shout
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| 1995 and 1994
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| What a waste of time, what a fucking bore
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| William Hill is fucking skill
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| Betting on the dogs down Gipsy Hill
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| The Paxton, the Dog — they’re my kind of pub
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| The Gipsy Rose café where we eat our grub
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| Spent all day in the fucking pub
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| Cos I’m a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, cunt
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| Pissed my giro up the wall
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| Cos I’m a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, cunt
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| Rave on, shit song, every fucking one
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| Give it up? |
| No, give it some, son
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| '93 and 1992
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| I lost those years while sniffing glue
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| Spent all day in the fucking pub
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| Cos I’m a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, cunt
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| Pissed my giro up the wall
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| Cos I’m a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, cunt
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| Spent all day in the fucking pub
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| Cos I’m a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, cunt
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| Pissed my giro up the wall
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| Cos I’m a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, a cunt, cunt |