| Sixteen straight shifts, bust a gut for bugger-all
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| 'Til the gaffer hits the bell and spits me outta hell
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| Firin' curses at me bouncin' out the door
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| Smoke 'em up, slam the pedal to the floor
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| Or the monkey on me back’ll chip away until I crack
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| And I forget what all me words are really for
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| The lollipop girls with their t’ick Irish brogue
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| Are tellin' me to take it slow
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| Oh, they should better know
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| Oh me old friend weekend, first one for weeks
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| I’ve a fresh ream o' dollars in me flash new breeks
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| I’ll find a good woman and some self respect
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| And I’ll be fucked if I don’t lose 'em all by Monday
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| All the good folk are safe indoors
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| With their chicken and their wine
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| God bless em all the swine
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| All born under gentler stars
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| I’ve a date with a dozen dirty jars
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| Like a tomcat on the tiles
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| I’ll go rovin' out for miles
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| To where they punish all them second hand guitars
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| Where them old sniffer dogs
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| And the neckless feckin' trogs
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| And them honeyskins will never think to roam
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| Oh, you’ll find me at home
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| With me old friend weekend, first one for weeks
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| I’ve a fresh ream o' dollars in me flash new breeks
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| I’ll find a good woman and some self respect
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| And I’ll be fucked if I don’t lose 'em all by Monday
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| As Sunday bloody Sunday comes and goes
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| With a jagged dusty start
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| And a stutter in me heart
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| Still enshrouded in me Saturday clothes
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| When it’s back into the bevvy’s I suppose
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| Before the Monday blues
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| Catch me dyin' in me shoes
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| Still dreaming of that kiss from a rose
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| And a voice in me heart
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| And the sickness in me gut
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| Are all tellin me to take it slow
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| Oh, like they’ll ever know
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| Oh me old friend weekend, first one for weeks
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| I’ve a fresh ream o' dollars in me flash new breeks
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| I’ll find a good woman and some self respect
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| And I’ll be fucked if I don’t lose 'em all by Monday
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| Oh me old friend weekend, first one for weeks
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| I’ve a fresh ream o' dollars in me flash new breeks
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| I’ll find a good woman and some self respect
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| And I’ll be fucked if I don’t lose 'em all by Monday
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| I’ll find a good woman and some self respect
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| And I’ll be fucked if I don’t lose 'em all by
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| If I don’t lose 'em all by
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| If I don’t lose 'em all by Monday |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song WKND (Flash New Breeks) , by - The Rumjacks. Song from the album Sleepin' Rough, in the genre Музыка мира