Sleaford Mods - I Claudius Lyrics

Yeah

Superman sweatshirt on
Christmas Eve was the best one
With brown wood TV, rockery
Steam from the pot and the drinks
You can't put one out
Even when your heart hangs like a loose stool that won't drop
Even the threat of a bone rubbing stroke won't make you stop
In the shed
What chance does the kid you have had?
Just piss artists like you and dad
Just hopeless cogs in the town that snogs itself
Love bites and chips and cheese and top shelf

I, Claudius, ITV at noon
Adam Ant, sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips

I, Claudius, ITV at noon
Adam Ant, sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips

Does he eat, Dad?
Dad? (I don't know, maybe, yeah)
Does he eat?
Dad?

Silent enemy lurks
Looks trustworthy, but when the guard's down, it will sing
What's f*cking wrong with loving ya country?
Everything
The silent enemy that hangs like nets
Tries to catch you so it can eat ya
A bit o' din din
You can't trust these bastards
They won't throw you back in

You know that garden you had done?
With tight roads, how did they park up?
How did they unload?

You know that digger you bought?
You know that lorry you load?
How did you park up?
How did you unload?

Ah, f*ck, panic code
You never forget them digits
You never let go

Ah, f*ck, panic code
You never put it down like a bucket
'Ere, can you hold my bum and f*ck it while I get my cock out?

I, Claudius, ITV at noon
Adam Ant, sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips

I, Claudius, ITV at noon
Adam Ant, sticks on disco bits
I saw Santa Claus with a bag of chips

Palm Angels, loser
You don't talk about me
I had a rough ride gettin' 'ere
I had a real journey
I got vrooms like a kid's car garage
Loads of stops you wanna pop by
I'll f*ckin' fill ya up, shut up

Palm Angels, loser
You don't talk about me
I had a rough ride gettin' 'ere
I had a real journey
I got vrooms like a kid's car garage
Loads of stops you wanna pop by
I'll f*ckin' fill ya up, shut up