Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drayton Manored, artist - Sleaford Mods. Album song English Tapas, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 02.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rough Trade
Song language: English
Drayton Manored |
| No, get four |
| You what? |
| Yeah, I know, yeah, fuck that |
| Yeah, I’ll get a taxi now then, alright? |
| yeah, tarar |
| I need a cold shower |
| Spent the night at Drayton Manor |
| It’s alright, you get a prime seat every night |
| Drip, trip, I got the horrors |
| It’s all bingo mate, and it’s my dobbers |
| Down at the house, down at the house |
| With The Famous Grouse |
| Plug my phone in with a lead that fits |
| Me and my mate get whiffed |
| It’s like flippin' ekland |
| We are the dumb Brits |
| Lobbin' down one-pint cans of imported shit |
| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars |
| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars |
| Drayton Manored |
| Plug my phone in, tah |
| I’m fuckin' spannered |
| You have that last can |
| I’ll put my shoes on, order me a car |
| Fallin' out as it drops me half |
| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars |
| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars |
| I remember when I was 21 |
| Laughin' about it in clubs |
| «I wonder what will happen? |
| We are the guinea pigs» |
| But now I realise: |
| Few of us grew from guinea pigs into proper dives |
| Head dives, heads like an A-level leaving party |
| I woke up in the pool with my boxer shorts covered in a stool |
| Grey fog of the rush-hour, I get its tail end |
| Dodgin' the bloke at the natural food shop |
| En route to my bed, a lonely bed |
| Dressed in sweat, dressed in regret |
| Dressed in the feelin' that I ain’t ready |
| I ain’t got the balls to make my beddy |
| Oh dear (oh dear) |
| Drayton Manored |
| Plug my phone in, tah |
| I’m fuckin' spannered |
| You have that last can |
| I’ll put my shoes on, order me a car |
| Fallin' out as it drops me off |
| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars |
| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars |
| Hiding all the numb ends behind the garden shed |
| And lookin' out for next door, in case they’re watchin' me |
| I don’t like it: don’t say two words to you |
| Then peer out their windows with a fuckin' video recorder |
| Sign of the times |
| Human beings are now adjacent lines |
| Like a tube map, or whatever |
| A mass of lines that occasionally cross each other |
| But never say anything |
| Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever |
| Have you ever wondered why you wonder why? |
| Have you ever wondered why you wonder why? |
| Have you ever wondered why you wonder why? |
| Have you ever wondered why you wonder why? |
| Drayton Manored |
| Plug my phone in, tah |
| I’m fuckin' spannered |
| You have that last can |
| I’ll put my shoes on, order me a car |
| Fallin' out as it drops me off |
| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars |
| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars |
| Drayton Manored |
| Plug my phone in, tah |
| I’m fuckin' spannered |
| You have that last can |
| I’ll put my shoes on, order me a car |
| Fallin' out as it drops me off |
| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars |
| Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars |