A Little Ditty - Sleaford Mods

we’ve been told what to do

I didn’t realise either mate, I’m with you

I’ve been following white lines all my life

Touché Turtle, jump the castle, avoid the disco dancers

No hassle, doing beak like that with a kid at your mums

Paramedics, you shoulda thought about that one

Heart stopper, boom clear

What happened to Richard, all I can see is gear

Breathless, incinerate, processed cheese

Become what you hate, become what we are

A series one with dreams to reach a series four

Drive, dive, six packs, drive, drive, white teeth, kit-kat

Take the money and run, join the elite

You sold yourself to no-one

Pied piper, whiskey notes, the wonderwall fell down on you

A little ditty and it’s all gone wrong

I don’t expect the tools to sing along

A little ditty and it’s all gone wrong

A little ditty

A little ditty

I ain’t a threat, they leave me alone

You know when I worked there I got a bad feeling from a man

I can’t work with someone like that again, Sam

A little ditty and it’s all gone wrong

I don’t expect the kid to sing along

That band from the '80s that punk band what are they called

The Queen’s Park Rangers

Been around ages you tool

We’re all up in the top room of the pub

Getting heavy with the past that didn’t exist

You reshape to give celeb mates Shoreditch yarn

In the, have you been for a poo-poo barn

Gnarly coke death faces

Death, death, death, death, nine to a cubicle

Like squeezing, screwing-up faces

Last choke push the wheels of the next big thing

You scratch my back, I don’t scratch anything

Apart for my nads

Oy Mick I’m born to be bland

Jumped up in black leather

Flints, death, currywurst

Smashed, and in everything