[Refrain]

There's no use complaining about the skid marks on your mate's jocks

When you can't even wipe your own fuckin' arse

[Verse 1]

I'm fond of the old reliable-heads

The ones that you know

That you can count on

The ones that you know

That when they say they're gonna do something

They actually fuckin' do it

The ones that you know

That when you reply to a text that they send you

Lookin' for a favour

You know they'll actually get back to you

[Bridge]

But sure didn't he forget to get back to me

But sure didn't he forget to get back to mе

But sure didn't he forget to gеt back to me

But sure didn't he forget to get back to me

[Verse 2]

I'm fond of the old sound heads, you know what I mean?

The one's with a bit of a positive energy about them, you know?

The ones that you know

Say they've had a fouler and they come walking into your room

You know they're not just gonna shit all over your boys, you know what I mean?

The ones that you know

That when you reply to a text that they send you

Lookin' for a favour

You know they're actually gonna get back to you

[Bridge]

But sure didn't he forget to get back to me

But sure didn't he forget to get back to me

But sure didn't he forget to get back to me

But sure didn't he forget to get back to me

[Chorus]

You flaker, you faker, it's bowsie behaviour

Oh

You flaker, you faker, it's bowsie behaviour

Oh

There's no use complaining about the skid marks on your mate's jocks

When you can't even wipe your own fuckin' arse

[Verse 3]

You know what really boils my piss lads?

What does?

What really gets my fuckin' wick

Go on then, yeah

When you reply to a text that someone sends you

Looking for a favour

And they forget to get back to you

Ah dirty

[Bridge]

But sure didn't he forget to get back to me

But sure didn't he forget to get back to me

But sure didn't he forget to get back to me

But sure didn't he forget to get back to me

[Chorus]

You flaker, you faker, it's bowsie behaviour

Oh

You flaker, you faker, it's bowsie behaviour

Oh

You flaker, you faker, it's bowsie behaviour

Oh

You flaker, you faker, it's bowsie behaviour

Oh

There's no use complaining about the skid marks on your mate's jocks

When you can't even wipe your own fuckin' arse

[Spoken]

But sure we're all guilty of it from time to time