[Verse 1]

(Ah-roo!) Juveniles, hide your porno mags

The girl's got problems at her yard

So she's packing up her bags full of rags

Her man got done from Po Na Na

While the Madras still in the kitchen

Smokes a twenty deck of fags

Body bags come back on planes from war-torn Iraq

It's the stark naked truth, a dark aftermath

Baby T, the juice, and the dog just barks

Remember, man, the bully always had the last laugh (Ah-roo!)

Haha, haha, haha

[Verse 2]

It was a blast last night down the old 12 Bar

White socks, black shoes with the ballads in the car

With a lump in your throat, she won't understand

Twos on a cigarette and talk blah-blah

Bloody hell, di-ob-la-da, glug down liquor

Life goes on for all the day trippers

Starts off small but it's gonna get bigger

By the end of this letter, it may all be better

[Verse 3]

Well, she's always asking with the who, where and how

The girls say, "Ooh, la la"

Well, if I had another chance, I'd do it differently now

And the girls say, "Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la"

From Trafalgar Square, where the crack pipe reeking

To in your dark damp flat, the ceiling's leaking

You fell in love when you first started chatting

But got so bored 'cause she never stopped speaking

Consider this son one of bad behaviour

Keeping all the freebies, delivering the papers

You haters shake down fakers

Ah, you'll never get nowhere, 'cause I'm the pacemaker

(Keep up

Runny, runny

Run, keep up)

[Verse 4]

Pretty please me, ah, she's easy on the eye

Some say that today only the good young die

Yippee-oh ki-yay, it's been a right good day

I wanna ask questions but I don't mean pry

How did you get to where you're going to

Before you came slowly moseying through this bar?

You started your race, Johnny Cock-a-Roo wants his money

Better give up the man, he's a fruit and nut bar

(I'm serious, he's a real nutter)

[Verse 5]

Gotta see the GP, coughing up lungs

And the doc said, "Stop, or you're gonna die young"

Well, I haven't even started to do what I done

"You young don't listen, you just carry on"

Well, we heard it all before when your song got sung

"Get a grip, son" "Why?" "'Cause you're always drunken"

We're not captains, just skivvy sunken

Hum drum drum drum, live fast, die young

[Verse 6]

Blister skin stumbling, road rocky

And trespassers on the private property

Remember back then it was the rant, the banter

Young songs watch their young pas get cancer

While vagabond Sandy crying out for a mister

Missed her so much that he went drank the brewery

Sing-a-long Sam, this a song about you

And we all went out and we got pistola

[Verse 7]

I don't wanna fight, he's a right big cunt

But the fellas say, "Go on, my son, my son!"

Well, it's all a bit of fun till someone gets done

But the fellas say, "Go on, my son, my son!"

Well, I'm more likely to pick up and run

But fellas say, "Go on, my son, my son!"

Ah, fuck it, well, he's a right big cunt, but I'll knock him one

Fuck that, run, run!