Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fizzy , by - Sleaford Mods. Release date: 26.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fizzy |
| The cunt with the gut and the Buzz Lightyear haircut |
| Callin' all the workers plebs |
| «You better think about the future» |
| You better think about your neck |
| You better think about the shit hairdo you got mate |
| I work my dreams off for two bits of ravioli |
| And a warm bottle of Smirnoff |
| Under a manager that doesn’t have a fuckin' clue |
| Do you want me to tell you what I think about you, cunt? |
| I don’t think that’s a very good idea—do you? |
| You pockmarked four-eyed shit-fitted shirt, white Converse |
| And a taste for young girls |
| Don’t send me home with a glint in my eye |
| I told my family about the fuckin' wage rise |
| And got fucked on |
| Devoured |
| Puked on |
| And sucked up |
| You fuckin' fly |
| The suction on your fly feet |
| Kept me pinned to the blinds |
| Whilst your PA rattled out e-mails |
| Workstation, forced to engage in flirtatious conversation |
| Fizzy |
| Fizzy |
| Fizzy |
| Well just to keep the job |
| Just to keep fuck all from turning into a fuckin' nothin' blob |
| Bang it out; |
| go on tell me what you really think |
| You got no chin; |
| an' you got no balls to chin 'em with |
| Glass panels separate you |
| The mid-price handwash from the bin of used |
| Public toilet paper towels |
| We’ve run foul of the hidden hatred |
| That festers in dogs like you |
| Tripwire taut that makes way for the vacuum |
| Ya piece of fuckin' shit |
| Alright? |
| Fizzy |
| Fizzy |
| Fizzy |
| Use the sheet of promise and the red shoes of Dorothy |
| Blanked out on the bed of thick monotony |
| With the usual stereotypes that fall for the lip |
| I fuckin' hate rockers; |
| fuck your rocker shit |
| Fuck your progressive side, sleeve of tattoos |
| Oompa Loompa blow me down with a feather |
| Cloak and dagger bollocks |
| Fizzy |
| Fizzy |
| Fizzy |
| Ahhhh! |