Becca, Becca, Becca

[Verse 1]
Becca, Becca, Becca, slept with fourty fellas
She's eighteen, on the scene forever
Don't know Diana, Blair or booze
But she knows [?] one-two-threes
Because she works on the bar almost every night
Got a pick-and-mix of the finest dicks
She know what she wants, she can get any man
And she won't fall for any of your cheap plans
[?] light blue [?]
Open thighs, ripped tights, she don't have any right
Rusty mopeds, mornings in bed
Girls hit roulettes, man on a street bench

[Verse 2]
Gone back to the hometown, same ground, raining down
National Express and it could've cost less
CCTV on board
Lot more than the government can afford
Cameron's cuts and the Queen's criminals
Cutting all the costs while sending subliminals
Selling off your gold when you get old
Do as you're told, go bald, and then fold

[Chorus]
I've been running round
Running round the same town
Acting like a total clown
Chasing my baby round, baby round
I've been running round
Running round the same town
Acting like a total clown
Chasing my baby round

[Verse 3]
Finish education but in this nation
Can never find a job, from the car, I've been robbed
Handed in a CV, parents don't believe me
They think that it's easy, wish that they could just see
But I'm doing just fine
I ain't on the streets, a product of crime
I'm just taking my time to find my mind
I'm one-of-a-kind

[Chorus]
I've been running round
Running round the same town
Acting like a total clown
Chasing my baby round, baby round
I've been running round
Running round the same town
Acting like a total clown
Chasing my baby round

[Outro]
I'd like to, lad, but don't think we can afford to
You'll have to ask your mother