Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Blob, artist - Sleaford Mods.
Date of issue: 23.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |