Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jolly Fucker, artist - Sleaford Mods. Album song All That Glue, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 14.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rough Trade, Sleaford Mods
Song language: English
Jolly Fucker |
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 |
My name: |
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! |