Cream Of The Crop (Demo)

I’d walk it but it’s raining

Pick my fingers at the stop

It’s heaving

Bus feels like it’s breathing

Wheezing

Stuffed crust

Cabot Circus

Shithouse

Who wants a Ben’s cookies?

Not me

I want a poo

Hands up who’s going for a pizza?

Stuffed crust

Can’t we get it from a shipping container?

I close my eyes at night and I pray these massive small businesses

All go bankrupt

I fucking wish

I know I'd laugh

He's alright

No he’s fucking not

Have you seen him?

Whapping wharf

Find me a worse atmosphere and I’ll PayPal you a grand

Nine pound chips

This place is like a stupid hat club

Yeah man

Naughty sauce

Dirty fries

Naughty sauce

Dirty fries

Naughty sauce

Dirty fries

Naughty sauce

Dirty fries

Street food

Snack box

Shit box

Thick cunt

Shit shoes on purpose

What do you want?

What do you even like?

Here’s five

Lampshades

Paper

Nobhead, nobhead nobhead

And do you know what?

He turns me into one

He says

See you later, man

Take care

I say

Fuck off

Don’t tell me what to do

These fucking

Nothing blokes

Calling the shots

What’s my flavour?

Whatever your flavour isn’t, mate

Do me a favour

Here's my life savings

Piss yourself off to the Grand Prix

I’ve been dreaming about it

Formula 1 car ripping your body to shreds

Your bottom half’s gone

Naughty sauce

Dirty fries

He’s got a guitar

He’s got a haircut

Someone give him a medal

A certificate

Put it pride of place next to shit ironic Bear Grylls sunglasses

Wasn't funny the first time

It's not funny now

I’m fucking bitter

Course I am

You don’t have a clue

Give me negative mental attitude

It’s more than crap

It’s bad news

Genuinely

Shit cream of the crop

Fuck off