You're A Nottshead - Sleaford Mods

You’re a Nottshead, yeah

You’re a Nottshead, yeah

Nice little nooks and crannies in the wood

For the nice little mums and daddies

Daddy’s sauce

What you doin' next year?

Some folk young, course

Come down near the river

Cuttin' words into leaves

So clever

And your kiss-arse servants

Still fear the wrath of a «don't make me laugh»

Gettin' sucky and that

Very clever

Mounds of it

And kids actin' like they’ve got it

He asked me if I knew who Hendrix was

And then Ian Brown

I’m like: you’re takin' the fuckin' piss out me man

Lingo like nonsense

All that from the floppy-eared beautiful baggies

That got employed

Deploy the twat

Why not?

It’s what I come for

Big fingers up

Lad bands are fuckin' dead, you cunt

Do you wanna get mugged

By a man like that?

Do you wanna be told

By tools like that?

I’m never wrong, so tell me where

I’m never wrong, so tell me where

I’m never wrong, so tell me where

You’re a Nottshead, yeah

You’re a Nottshead, yeah

I heard that the band just laughed at your «big up"s

From the opal amateur

End of the night in the clubs

Fuckin' liar

All the bands you signed are fuckin' dire

Motown wanker

Deluded

Drawin' off the back of the beaut-all you did

So «oh no"s

Strike a pose

Toerag Bo

Above the Jazz club

The stairs creaked in pairs

I don’t see what you see

One big party

I banged your gear

And laughed at your stale tears

That posed as laugh

You ain’t fuckin' T-Rex

He’s dead you twat

So is Otis

Funny how once you’re through the door

The majority just turn into poor courts

All chest and lad-walks

Big gear and cat-walks

Your face got puked

This streak of fortune looped the loop

Until you spunked up and screamed at the sky:

«I can’t believe I got signed!»

Do you wanna get mugged

By a man like that?

Do you wanna be told

By tools like that?

I’m never wrong, so tell me where

I’m never wrong, so tell me where

I’m never wrong, so tell me where

You’re a Nottshead, yeah

You’re a Nottshead, yeah

Big shine

Big fuckin' «not available»

Innocent of the idea

That he might be unstable

But hey, he’s a crowd-monkey ripping you off mate

Quite awkward

Quite English and custard

You rhubarb fuckin' shocker

You got a team, haven’t you?

You wanker

Shuffle to Atlantic Soul

And claim it’s where you feel at home

You fuckin' white twat

Get sniffed and tap the air like it’s an ice

Big lines

Big fuckin' everything all the time

Head nods, even when the tune’s stopped

Do you wanna get mugged

By a man like that?

Do you wanna be told

By tools like that?

I’m never wrong, so tell me where

I’m never wrong, so tell me where

I’m never wrong, so tell me where

You’re a Nottshead, yeah

I’m never wrong, so tell me where

I’m never wrong, so tell me where

I’m never wrong, so tell me where

You’re a Nottshead, yeah

You’re a Nottshead, yeah

You’re a Nottshead, yeah

You’re a Nottshead, yeah