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A stream-of-consciousness commentary on the constant irritation of commercial “music” and living in the rat-race of bullshit called daily life, importing “culture” like American frozen dessert (McFlurry).
[Verse 1]
Music for the masses
I’m out classed here mate
Inbetween the tashes
And splash out on shit
I’d better get a penny farthing
And Marvelous Marvin
Slam dunk with a concrete record deal
It’s bound to sink
Under the blue rule
Where the cuts make people stink
You smell
[Verse 2]
People look like emails
Wide smiles
Shut down shops couldn’t walk the paper trails
And in-house fighting
Gets the Tom, Dick and Harry smiling
Boris Johnson and the Cheeky Girls
Shut down the underground
So it’s back to orgies on the buses
Drop us a fiver mate
No worries
One pound 29 on shag all
[Chorus]
McFlurries
McFlurries
McFlurries
McFlurries
[Verse 3]
I’m gonna wee in a basin
Unleash a horrible looking vampire like James Mason
Clip the ticket
The clip-it-tick-tick
Now let me through the fucking gate you boring tit
What’s wrong with this
It’s all too much
[Outro]
Wobble wobble wobble
Ah get out of it
Wobble wobble wobble
Ah get out of it
Wobble wobble wobble
Ah get out of it
McFlurry
McFlurry
McFlurry
McFlurry
I got a Brit Award
I got a Brit Award
I got a Brit Award
I got a Brit Award
No surrender
No surrender
Animal
Five-day bender