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Sleaford Mods - Tory Kong Lyrics



Sleaford Mods - Tory Kong Lyrics
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She never worked though, has she?
She don't f*cking need to
And she knows it
Oh, really?
Yeah, he does it all
Really?
Yeah, he does it all

Tory Kong
Yeah
Yeah, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island
Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster

Tory Kong
Tory Kong

Midge Ure'd, yeah, so did I
I heard your little mouth go cry, cry, cry
I'm always deeper, I don't know why
You think results come out your arse
They fall out of the sky
Sun's out, yeah, guns out
Make 'em pay at 9:05 on morning news
My baby's got the blues
You ever thought about leaving her then?
(Wanker)
I'm always deeper, I don't know why
You think results come out your arse
They fall out of the sky

I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island
Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster

Tory Kong
Tory Kong

Nugget master, watch 'em dash
I throw them little boulders down, I'll make 'em dash the pan
Dash the cash
Nothing after one sheet then slash
There's gonna be some hurdles 'ere
It's basic f*ckin' maths
There's gonna be an hurdle
My 24-hour girdle? (Ugh) I've got it on
Twat
The URL are you playing at?
We ain't pretentious, no
This ain't a disco nap
What the URL are you playing at?
I'll just hit ya and it'll ruin ya, you won't go out

Yeah, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island
Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster

Tory Kong
Tory Kong

I don't believe ya, you got no man
I don't believe you hang around with criminals, drinking cans
I said, how are you any better at bleak?
You use choreography, for f*ck's sake
Blowing smoke up the arse of Balenciaga
Paris Fashion Week

I don't believe ya, you got no man
I don't believe you hang around with criminals, drinking cans, yeah
I said, how are you any better at bleak?
You don't eat raw sauso, you don't touch that meat
You don't chop raw sauso
Pepper it, herbs and f*cking 'Merry Christmas' meat

I don't believe ya, you got no man
I don't believe you hang around with criminals, drinking cans

Yeah, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island
Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster

Tory Kong
Tory Kong

What the URL are you playing at?
We ain't pretentious
We don't need disco naps
What the URL are you playing at?
We ain't pretentious
We don't need disco naps
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She never worked though, has she?
She don't f*cking need to
And she knows it
Oh, really?
Yeah, he does it all
Really?
Yeah, he does it all

Tory Kong
Yeah
Yeah, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island
Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster

Tory Kong
Tory Kong

Midge Ure'd, yeah, so did I
I heard your little mouth go cry, cry, cry
I'm always deeper, I don't know why
You think results come out your arse
They fall out of the sky
Sun's out, yeah, guns out
Make 'em pay at 9:05 on morning news
My baby's got the blues
You ever thought about leaving her then?
(Wanker)
I'm always deeper, I don't know why
You think results come out your arse
They fall out of the sky

I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island
Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster

Tory Kong
Tory Kong

Nugget master, watch 'em dash
I throw them little boulders down, I'll make 'em dash the pan
Dash the cash
Nothing after one sheet then slash
There's gonna be some hurdles 'ere
It's basic f*ckin' maths
There's gonna be an hurdle
My 24-hour girdle? (Ugh) I've got it on
Twat
The URL are you playing at?
We ain't pretentious, no
This ain't a disco nap
What the URL are you playing at?
I'll just hit ya and it'll ruin ya, you won't go out

Yeah, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island
Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster

Tory Kong
Tory Kong

I don't believe ya, you got no man
I don't believe you hang around with criminals, drinking cans
I said, how are you any better at bleak?
You use choreography, for f*ck's sake
Blowing smoke up the arse of Balenciaga
Paris Fashion Week

I don't believe ya, you got no man
I don't believe you hang around with criminals, drinking cans, yeah
I said, how are you any better at bleak?
You don't eat raw sauso, you don't touch that meat
You don't chop raw sauso
Pepper it, herbs and f*cking 'Merry Christmas' meat

I don't believe ya, you got no man
I don't believe you hang around with criminals, drinking cans

Yeah, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island
Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster

Tory Kong
Tory Kong

What the URL are you playing at?
We ain't pretentious
We don't need disco naps
What the URL are you playing at?
We ain't pretentious
We don't need disco naps
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Writer: Andrew Robert Fearn, Jason Williamson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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