Uncle Greg - Terry

What the can smell

The low town touch

In between rounds

Or sit down lunch

It’s just a bus

The kid can drive it

Brain wave stuck

Brain filled of fluid

If you are right

My side has the fear

Underneath the sink

I hide a heavy

Didn’t entertain

With international roast

It’s just pretend

I don’t mean the worst

Driving high

Driving high

Real workers

Smoke green eyes red

on their head

Driving high

Standing by

eyes red

Driving high

Driving high

Real workers

Smoke green eyes red

on their head

Driving high

Standing by

eyes red

is the worst

And burn pretty’s Royce

Catching the bus

My give a fuss

Friends on the bikes

To give him a shot

Shuffle him mate

And everybody saw

Driving high

Driving high

Real workers

Smoke green eyes red

on their head

Driving high

Standing by

eyes red