Lyrics The Blob - Sleaford Mods

The Blob

Big bubble, s para, E-ticket, look at this bleedy shower
Quick, it got the cinema
Let’s hope it got the two door cinema club too
This blob ain’t bothered it will come after you
I heard it ate ya dad, sod him too
I heard it ate ya tablet and you, not
The slime of a crime, you try and tell me, not
I flick fags like sid snot, totally outrageous
The blob ain’t bothered
The blob ain’t bothered
The blob ain’t bothered
Its slime don’t care
Ready, in service, fuck me its a pity party, Ebola
People in masks, airport, Motorola
Hey motto, tripping over the Toblerones
Near Victoria’s not-very-good-secret, they’re knickers mate
Ice box challenge and all the Aeros, I like mine in a packet
Mint flavour, no zeros, have it culture
Organic, farting in the pool, what a waste
I like a bit of smell, I like a bit of taste
Stroll around the grounds, the garden, every house used to have one
In 1965 now look at us, oh, what a fucking life
The blob ain’t bothered
The blob ain’t bothered
The blob ain’t bothered
Its slime don’t care
The blob ain’t bothered
Its slime don’t care
It’s all about a pity party
Let me do me hair
The blob is a shocker
It’s got a sticky mass
It’s gunna kill the cinema
And smash all of the glass
Run it’s the blob
The blob don’t care
Run it’s the blob
We’re runnin' out of air
Gnarly, gnarly