| No, get four
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| You what?
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| Yeah, I know, yeah, fuck that
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| Yeah, I’ll get a taxi now then, alright? |
| yeah, tarar
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| I need a cold shower
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| Spent the night at Drayton Manor
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| It’s alright, you get a prime seat every night
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| Drip, trip, I got the horrors
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| It’s all bingo mate, and it’s my dobbers
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| Down at the house, down at the house
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| With The Famous Grouse
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| Plug my phone in with a lead that fits
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| Me and my mate get whiffed
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| It’s like flippin' ekland
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| We are the dumb Brits
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| Lobbin' down one-pint cans of imported shit
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| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars
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| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars
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| Drayton Manored
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| Plug my phone in, tah
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| I’m fuckin' spannered
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| You have that last can
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| I’ll put my shoes on, order me a car
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| Fallin' out as it drops me half
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| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars
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| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars
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| I remember when I was 21
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| Laughin' about it in clubs
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| «I wonder what will happen?
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| We are the guinea pigs»
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| But now I realise:
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| Few of us grew from guinea pigs into proper dives
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| Head dives, heads like an A-level leaving party
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| I woke up in the pool with my boxer shorts covered in a stool
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| Grey fog of the rush-hour, I get its tail end
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| Dodgin' the bloke at the natural food shop
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| En route to my bed, a lonely bed
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| Dressed in sweat, dressed in regret
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| Dressed in the feelin' that I ain’t ready
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| I ain’t got the balls to make my beddy
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| Oh dear (oh dear)
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| Drayton Manored
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| Plug my phone in, tah
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| I’m fuckin' spannered
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| You have that last can
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| I’ll put my shoes on, order me a car
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| Fallin' out as it drops me off
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| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars
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| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars
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| Hiding all the numb ends behind the garden shed
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| And lookin' out for next door, in case they’re watchin' me
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| I don’t like it: don’t say two words to you
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| Then peer out their windows with a fuckin' video recorder
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| Sign of the times
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| Human beings are now adjacent lines
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| Like a tube map, or whatever
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| A mass of lines that occasionally cross each other
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| But never say anything
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| Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever
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| Have you ever wondered why you wonder why?
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| Have you ever wondered why you wonder why?
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| Have you ever wondered why you wonder why?
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| Have you ever wondered why you wonder why?
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| Drayton Manored
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| Plug my phone in, tah
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| I’m fuckin' spannered
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| You have that last can
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| I’ll put my shoes on, order me a car
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| Fallin' out as it drops me off
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| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars
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| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars
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| Drayton Manored
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| Plug my phone in, tah
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| I’m fuckin' spannered
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| You have that last can
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| I’ll put my shoes on, order me a car
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| Fallin' out as it drops me off
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| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars
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| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drayton Manored , by - Sleaford Mods. Song from the album English Tapas, in the genre Панк