Top It Up - Sleaford Mods

He’s dead

Yeah, he died

Can’t your remember?

That’s what you’re here for

He’s dead

I shove it up

I can do it, fit as fuck

Two and a half at a time

Just to make another eight squeeze

And push out big muscles as fuck

Yes, please

No drama

Click in lift it up for the body armor

I ain’t yim, these pub dickheads

Lyle and Scott, Adidas wheeze

Tombstone knights around King Arthur’s cheese

His dosh, two strokes doctor come here, please

Life down, wings and wheels

I know the roads of fair England now

Airlock, everybody is a fucking cock

Text dead men, burrowed deep in the holes of

Nationalist dens them men

Spittin' out, two lines on the table

At a fucking funeral for somebody who got sick of two lines on the table

Top it up

At least the DJ’s alright

I’m on a buzz

Shove it up

At least the DJ’s alright

I’m on a buzz

Shove it up

Shove it up

Shove it up

Shove it up

The shine of the varnished bar

Menu cards, new menu, 2 meat, peri peri chicken

Ales blend into sleep

Into what?

The rope is your destiny

The silence of the grams

Family don’t like no fucker

TASCAM, 4-track, the real map, the way out

Ah, fuck that

Give me the key

You want a fucking class tune?

Then here you go then, gravy bum

You can have this one on me

What a nice man

There was nothing nice about the dickhead man

As peel hits the floor

His kids throwing fruit about

'Til she’s old enough to break the law

Top it up

At least the DJ’s alright

I’m on a buzz

Shove it up

At least the DJ’s alright

I’m on a buzz

Shove it up

Shove it up

Shove it up

Shove it up

Take me away from it

I don’t want to go near it

I don’t want to go near it

Take me away from it

I don’t want to go near it

Take me away from it

Take me away from it

I don’t want to go near it

Take me away from it