The Blob - Sleaford Mods

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