Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Harvey Nicks, artist - The Mitchell Brothers.
Date of issue: 22.05.2005
Song language: English
Harvey Nicks |
You know what I mean |
Cos man had flippin overalls on |
The pretty bird behind the tills taking the piss outta man |
Even giving man no help |
— Mike Skinner |
When I drop in Harvey Nicks |
To shop in Harvey Nicks |
If I don’t look hardly slick |
Or appear hardly fit |
The cashier don’t hardly trip |
The lady hardly flits |
Unless I’m wearing barmy shit |
Or garments that are the shit |
— Teddy Mitchell |
The last time we was in here, we just lined with despair |
The pretty bird behind the till was flipping thru Marie Claire |
Flicking the end of her hair, fidgeting, all nervous |
Had us thinking «where the fuck is the customer service?!» |
Must have been the flippin shabby overalls we’re wearing |
And the batch of Classics that were on the verge of tearing |
Cos Aunty’s front room needed redecorating |
So we painted it light blue to make it look more radiant |
But today that ain’t the case (na mate!) |
It’s Lyle & Scott cardigans, that us man were draped in |
The pretty bird behind the till’s grin is so blatant |
And sucking man’s bottom, cos she must think we got the papers |
So from this day forth, we must always recall |
Never ever to come back in here in overalls |
Cos pretty birds behind tills, they don’t like to smile and talk |
To brehs bowling down in fucking overalls |
— Tony Mitchell |
It’s as if she’s never seen our mugs in here before |
Cos as soon as we was about to make a move, she released the door |
Pointing her finger at her assistant to attend to both of our needs |
Chucking an opener on the counter, strutting towards Teddy and me |
Now its all a guided tour through the Lacoste new seasons |
Compliments on our retirements and offering us greetings |
Not to mention the welcome? |
and the private seating |
That they usually use for the service twats |
With the request to them to bring the teas in |
But the other day, that weren’t the case. |
nah mate |
It was her on the phone to the security guard |
To follow us for no damn reason |
Looking down at her watch, giving us the cold shoulder treatment |
Asking us if we could hurry up cos they were closing early that evening |
So from that day forth, we have always remembered |
Never ever to wear overalls, its just absurd |
Cos overall, all over, overalls don’t work |
Cos now that we’re in line its got the bird flicking up her skirt |
— Sway |
When I shop at Harvey Nicks |
Everybody thinks I’m a star |
Cos I wear my rented blazer |
And I step out my rented car |
A little girl with a pen ran up to me and said «I know who you are» |
But when I gave her my autograph she said |
«mum is this how u spell Lemar?» |
When I shop at Harvey Nicks |
The security give me grief |
They must think I’m a thief, cos I don’t sound like The Streets |
Even when I’m just trying it on, they think I’m trying it on |
I said «why would I steal from you? |
I’m loaded» |
Then they called the police — «there's a guy with a gun!» |
Despite this, I like shopping here |
Cos it’s a lot quicker than eBay |
I bumped into this Labour MP who was looking for a pair of CK |
I said «Hi, I’m Sway, and I hope you’re having a nice day» |
Then I slapped him in his face and said |
«what type of party doesn’t have a DJ?» |
I remember the first time I came here |
I was shoplifting and got nabbed |
In the shop lift I got grabbed |
«Hey you! |
Excuse me, open your bag!» |
I got put in a pair of handcuffs |
All for a pair of cufflinks |
I said «please sir, don’t send me to prison, if its anything like Butlins» |
Next time I’ll come in, in a balaclava |
See what she does then, slag, slag, slag! |
That might not be a good idea, still |