Him right there bet he thinks he's in deadly 60
Wide flared jeans and wet look hair
He's got the short sleeved shirt and glazed wide glare
He's got the deep red skin, all cab and no fare
Diddles a six string, pickles a meat grin
Goes round the back and he parks near the big bin
Knows the passcode so letting himself in
And wins three cherries always getting the rounds
And now the first things first he's gonna fry your mind
With a wit as sharp as three dull lions
Turns the camera on, the flash looks primed
For Facebook pictures, Prague '09
Him right there bet he thinks he's in deadly 60
Wide flared jeans and wet look hair
He's got the short sleeved shirt and glazed wide glare
He's got the deep red skin, all cab and no fare
He's deaf as a post, he'll rob ya blind
Pickin a bunch, bunch of fine, sweet as sugar
He'll show you the cane
If he was a lion, he'd have a fucking sticky mane
What's the point in having a phone if you're not gonna use it?
What's the point in having a phone if you're not gonna use it?
Show me pictures of the holiday you've been on
Nice snaps mate shame you're in 'em
Him right there bet he thinks he's in deadly 60
Wide flared jeans and wet look hair
He's got the short sleeved shirt and glazed wide glare
He's got the deep red skin, all cab and no fare
Him right there bet he thinks he's in deadly 60
Wide flared jeans and wet look hair
He's got the short sleeved shirt and glazed wide glare
He's got the deep red skin, all cab and no fare
Him right there bet he thinks he's in deadly 60
Wide flared jeans and wet look hair
He's got the short sleeved shirt and glazed wide glare
He's got the deep red skin, all cab and no fare
Deadly 60
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He thinks he's in deadly 60
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He thinks he's in deadly 60
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He thinks he's in deadly 60