Getting up in the morning
Got no bloody choof
Some cunt's gone and smoked it all
What a f*cking poof
Can't afford a tailor made
Spent it all on piss
Still a week 'til I get paid
And nothing's in the fridge
F*ck
F*ck
Need a brekky baccy bong
Hunting through me ashtray
Raiding me bumper stash
Tally-Ho's are all used up
Lighter's done a dash
Gonna bodgy up a springer
Cut a length of garden hose
Whack a piece of tin foil in
And fire up the stove
Spark up, cunt