Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Don't Wanna Disco Or Two, artist - Sleaford Mods. Date of issue: 02.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Don't Wanna Disco Or Two |
| From a very large number of computer rounds |
| Making various assumptions |
| A-Adopting various maxima and minima |
| There is in fact a terrible forecast |
| Of a breakdown of world society |
| In the first decades of the next century |
| Buh |
| The entertainment for the night |
| Watching a toilet swimming in piss |
| Who’s gonna tip it over the edge? |
| You get a prize for it |
| People ripped to shreds by the whip of exploitation |
| Are deadened, bleeding |
| You failed in expectation |
| I walk around looking at all the toerags with no money |
| Which one’s gonna pop me? |
| Break into the house |
| Nick the microwave |
| Stab me in the throat |
| Use my aftershave |
| Old Spice fucker |
| Mediocre |
| Mediocre |
| Mediocre, yeah, mate |
| I’m gonna blade you |
| Fuck the Maze |
| First blood |
| I put a bit of wet dog shit in your Un- |
| Drugged tits |
| Scaly faced boozed pricks |
| No experience equals no deliverance |
| I’m gonna tip yer canoe |
| Copious bollocks |
| We wanna get high |
| And we wanna get loaded |
| And then we’re gonna cry |
| And moan about the fucker |
| I don’t wanna disco or two |
| I don’t wanna disco or two |
| World interiors |
| And balti restaurants |
| Five food and wine |
| Eight pound on two pints |
| I got a fag off the barman |
| Moody Friday |
| Stop trying to show off |
| It doesn’t matter where I got my coat from mate |
| You what? |
| Look… |
| Just fuck off! |
| Rain stain callous |
| I want a pint and fight |
| I don’t want to improve my fucking life for you |
| You make more money out of my existence than I do |
| I dodge the small towners |
| The music scene 'Think they are’s' |
| Shit bands |
| You’re all wankers |
| Grinderman bores |
| White funk snores (*snore*) |
| Good relationships with the industry donkeys and live down south |
| Talent forecasts |
| Shut yer mouth! |
| I don’t wanna disco or two |
| I don’t wanna disco or two |
| Pukka pies |
| Meal deal with a drink |
| Five Ninety-Nine |
| Pot-bellied promoters |
| Cheap coasters |
| I can’t get the fucking stain off |
| You know the song’s shit |
| I like it |
| So what? |
| That’s why I fucking wrote it |
| Blasé |
| Make yer cleg nuts fight the loo roll, mate |
| 'Hey hey hey' fever |
| Pete Wiley dog shit |
| Singer turner DJs |
| Fucking nonsense |
| Just a quick quid |
| Useless like Rick Pete |
| Slow death in stone island |
| Alcohol |
| Down the fucking orange tree |
| Strawberry fields forever |
| Fucking, what dog shit |
| Christmas log |
| Jog on |
| Mystical face twat headlines |
| Look at the wisemen sing |
| I’m flash |
| Here’s the ball |
| I beat your fucking soldiers up ming |
| I don’t wanna disco or two |
| I don’t wanna disco or two |
| I don’t wanna disco or two |
| I don’t wanna disco or two |