We're all going down the pub, come on, get your tracksuits on
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Come on, fukin' get movin'
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Fukin' why you so slow, clart?
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Aww, fukin' hell, my bollocks are killing in these really tight jeans what I'm wearing
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Why are you wearing those really tight jeans clart?
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The reason I'm wearing these really tight jeans is because I've just discovered heavy metal you bathplug!
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Let me play you a bit son, its fcukin' terrible
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Why are your eyes looking in different directions clart?
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(goldie lookin' chain, it's the goldie lookin' chain)
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[Eggsy]
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I love metal, so pay some respect,
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There's a fringe in my hair and my cock is erect,
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Like Helen Mirren, from Prime Suspect,
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I made love to the back end of a Ford Prefect,
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I wear a condom,
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So I could protect,
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From rust erosion of my bell end's neck
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serious man, you were right clart, this fcukin' metal music is safe as fcuk!
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I need a mullet,
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But the back's not long enough,
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So I paid this girl to rip the pubes from her muff,
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She screamed a bit, and started to laugh,
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But when she saw my pubic wig she asked for my autograph,
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[Dwain]
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I went down the Hornblower and met a bloke called Neville,
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He taught me how to rock and do the sign of the devil,
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He took me to see a band at the Newport Centre,
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And they rocked hard and they were called Placenta,
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Come to the graveside, kneel down by me,
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Bodies stand beside you, the devil at your knees,
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Come to the graveside, kneel down by me,
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Hi-tec silver shadow massive, it's the GLC,
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(You Knows It)
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If you wanna go to war
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You better get your draw?
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I'll meet you at my clarts at half past 4,
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I think I've smoked draw twice before,
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You were wrecked on the floor but I'm fcukin' hardcore.
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Fcukin' safe, listening to metal, getting fcukin' wrecked up on the blow, getting stoned fcukin cant get enough of it man serious
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[Eggsy]
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Heavy metal is like soft porn,
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But instead of sex with a horse its with a unicorn,
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Or a midget, or a dwarf or a goblin,
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Wearing tight jeans and running around and hobbling,
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Cos the metal makes your bollocks hurt,
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Although the jeans are tight you gotta let it squirt,
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It's a flying V guitar,
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It'll take you really far,
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Cos the glc's are on a metal vibe spa,
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Come to the graveside, kneel down by me,
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Bodies stand beside you, the devil at your knees,
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Come to the graveside, kneel down by me,
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Hi-tec silver shadow massive, it's the GLC,
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(You Knows It)
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[Dwain]
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I grew my hair,
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Put a tracksuit on
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I borrowed some records off a sweaty called John,
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I used to smoke spliffs but now I smokes the bong,
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When you hears the glc put a gold chain on,
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That's right, fcukin' safe as fcuk,
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I used to listen to hip-hop, I still do,
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But I fcukin' can't get enough of this metal you knows it,
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[Eggsy]
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Electric guitar fills my mind,
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I had 13 tosss and started to go blind,
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I had to get away, I had to find,
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The chain of the jeans changed my mind,
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I found metal,
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I felt so strange,
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The new vibe started to re-arrange,
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My brain, I felt insane,
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Cos the heavy metal vibe took the goldie lookin' chain,
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Come to the graveside, kneel down by me,
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Bodies stand beside you, the devil at your knees,
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Come to the graveside, kneel down by me,
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Hi-tec silver shadow massive, it's the GLC,
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Come to the graveside, kneel down by me,
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Bodies stand beside you, the devil at your knees,
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Come to the graveside, kneel down by me,
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Hi-tec silver shadow massive, it's the GLC,
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Big up to Lee Cooper jeans,
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And all the people what can play sweet child o mine on the guitar at any speed,
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Yeah if you got some tight, stonewashed jeans and a white t-shirt with a tracksuit top on and a bit of gold you're safe,
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That's how I become death,
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Destroyer of worlds,
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All down to a pair of tight jeans clenching the living shit out of my bollocks.
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Silver Shadow
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Goldie Lookin' Chain |