Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Little Ditty, artist - Sleaford Mods.
Date of issue: 23.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Little Ditty |
we’ve been told what to do |
I didn’t realise either mate, I’m with you |
I’ve been following white lines all my life |
Touché Turtle, jump the castle, avoid the disco dancers |
No hassle, doing beak like that with a kid at your mums |
Paramedics, you shoulda thought about that one |
Heart stopper, boom clear |
What happened to Richard, all I can see is gear |
Breathless, incinerate, processed cheese |
Become what you hate, become what we are |
A series one with dreams to reach a series four |
Drive, dive, six packs, drive, drive, white teeth, kit-kat |
Take the money and run, join the elite |
You sold yourself to no-one |
Pied piper, whiskey notes, the wonderwall fell down on you |
A little ditty and it’s all gone wrong |
I don’t expect the tools to sing along |
A little ditty and it’s all gone wrong |
A little ditty |
A little ditty |
I ain’t a threat, they leave me alone |
You know when I worked there I got a bad feeling from a man |
I can’t work with someone like that again, Sam |
A little ditty and it’s all gone wrong |
I don’t expect the kid to sing along |
That band from the '80s that punk band what are they called |
The Queen’s Park Rangers |
Been around ages you tool |
We’re all up in the top room of the pub |
Getting heavy with the past that didn’t exist |
You reshape to give celeb mates Shoreditch yarn |
In the, have you been for a poo-poo barn |
Gnarly coke death faces |
Death, death, death, death, nine to a cubicle |
Like squeezing, screwing-up faces |
Last choke push the wheels of the next big thing |
You scratch my back, I don’t scratch anything |
Apart for my nads |
Oy Mick I’m born to be bland |
Jumped up in black leather |
Flints, death, currywurst |
Smashed, and in everything |