Flipside - Sleaford Mods

Flipside speaks

It’s a banner for the TV picks

Ya get the ready daytime sheets

And the answers blow a horn beep beep

Flipside speaks

Higher living is a cotton sheet

I get Egyptian ones and kiwi sweets

She wants some weed

It’s got to be good stuff, worthwhile

Graham Coxon looks like a left-wing Boris Johnson

The fields are breathing in

It’s a world that you see

Slim to breathe in

Don’t splat cheat myths

Make sense of what

Don’t splat cheap shit

Make sense of what

Don’t splat cheap shit

Make sense of what

Flipside speaks

It’s the Hammer of the Gods, my arse

More like the bloke insists on playing

Lots of awful music in the artist park

Flipside speaks

It’s got the UK subs thrown out their room

For snakes to put lemon tea

On the stage while we

Was on there too

Flipside speaks

If you think about it, it’s quite bleak

The faculties ain’t what they seem

Them blouses went and the denim jeans well

Don’t splat cheat myths

Make sense of what

Don’t splat cheap shit

Make sense of what

Don’t splat cheap shit

Make sense of what

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Flipside speaks

It’s a tackle on the pitch, fuck off

I can’t believe he’s come for Seafood Mods

Little style biters hiding behind virtue staples

Only use, be less disco

On the round table

Weigh less, pay less

Take this crook, this crook

Let the music, jocks my shit up

Flipside speaks

It’s a banner for the TV picks

Ya get the ready daytime sheets

And the answers blow a horn beep beep

Well just

Don’t splat cheat myths

Make sense of what

Don’t splat cheap shit

Make sense of what

Don’t splat cheap shit

Make sense of what

Make sense of what

Make sense of what

Make sense of what

Make sense of what