Cuddly - Sleaford Mods

I had an organic chicken it was shit

As the day played out in the evenings pit

Homeowner man, I’m a family guy

Brex-City roller we do and still die

Less than zero, flat in the head

Lobbing up drugs to get out of us heads

Every fucking week there’s another Black Death

Another old man in a robe and that, yeah bleak

Dale Winton, Supermarket Sweep

Feudals got a game too.

it ain’t as bad

There’s a bigger prize and it’s called land grab

Have that, oh ta, I think I’ll call myself

Lord Bastard of Sir Bast dar dar

Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground

Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground

Ain’t cuddly what you doing, sod your teddy bear

Sod your little promises nobody fucking cares

Hanging out the back, of the monied few

Lifeless tears for the attentive few

And all at once we will realise

It will happen suddenly

You ain’t fucking cuddly

A life sentence down, LOL, what next?

Exorcist puke on my chatty vest

The score of the street past the shops rotting meat

The death of the customer, no meet, no greet

No half time, a full 90 minutes

Screaming shit all the time, shit players

Hair transplants, Leo Sayers

What does million quid a week bring

When your brain can’t tell your legs to kick the fucking thing?

Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground

Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground

Ain’t cuddly what you doing, sod your teddy bear

Sod your little promises nobody fucking cares

Hanging out the back, of the monied few

Lifeless tears for the attentive few

And all at once we will realise

It will happen suddenly

You ain’t fucking cuddly

Reduced timetable as the stairs get blocked

At iPhone level, no joke

I draw a tenner out and my fingers get sniffed

On the used 10 pound note’s Coke, no joke

Overground and the sites don’t encourage good learning

My fingers drop shit

Finger nails are curling

They’re fucking gurning

Lob gob, this is our tree but there’s no chance

Of reaching the tree top or what

Probably not, as the case may be

Luck is charm, a bracelets arm

Snatching itself back from the wrong palm

Luck is charm, a bracelets arm

Snatching itself back from the wrong palm

Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground

Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground

Ain’t cuddly what you doing, sod your teddy bear

Sod your little promises nobody fucking cares

Hanging out the back, of the monied few

Lifeless tears for the attentive few

And all at once we will realise

It will happen suddenly

You ain’t that fucking cuddly

(It will happen suddenly

You ain’t that fucking cuddly

It will happen suddenly

You ain’t that fucking cuddly)