Tounge in cheek trancy tune
Lyrics
Alright so here it is another sad trance song.
But they’re the best
I’m struggling to breath I’m wearing a tight vest.
Its white with holes under strong UV it glows
I need to sleep
You reap what you sow, you sow what you reap
The bass comes in and I’m scared
The guy on the floor knows all the moves
I’m feeling really low I think it’s the blues
He keeps dancing
I feel like prancing
The music is getting hard
Never eat fat chocolate or lard
Playstations, football, Homebase, know it alls
Gamecubes, rugby, MFI, thicko’s
Am I taking the piss?
Who knows?
Ok maybe I am but it’s fun just like when it snows
All my posse go out to the clubs and bars
Down in London where the prices are overcharged
Moving and grooving to the UK garage tunes
Who cares if they all sounds like poo?
This song is just getting going!
I have this girl
Her name is Mary
She smells, she’s fat and she’s hairy
But I don’t care cus she’s sweet
I love licking things of her golden feet
Times of putting
My hair needs cutting
I love doing drugs
You know the kind
Aspirin, Lemsip, paracetomal
They’re all fine
I’m a London boy
And that’s what I am
I play on my computer and download porn
I watch TV and do as little exercise as I possible can
I have plastic Nike bag with strap on shoulders
I wear a cap backwards
Cus I’m a London boy
A real life London boy
A real life London boy x 5
I’m a London boy
and that’s what I am
I’m cool, I’m smooth, I know I’m the man
When it’s hot I switch on the fan
I walk like my legs are broken
When I’m a sleep I don’t like to be woken
I have a golf GTI
But I cant afford to drive
This song is over
So from me goodbye
