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Textes et Paroles de On The Radio




John Peel styleeBig up to anyone who's been involved in care & community'Cos it's the GLC back againWith another rave anthem for you to feast on, ya bastardsI nick stereos, videos and TVsBut when I'm feeling nice I helps cats out of treesI'm really nice but you don't know thatBecause I'll beat you up, cos you look like a twatNicked a car in the day, driving real fastWent out to Risca for a quick fucking blastWhen I've finished my run, it's back home for bunsWith my mum and her mates, watching re-runsBy day I sells draw with my mates you seeBut at night I likes to watch romantic comedyI likes to watch Friends and Cheers and FrasierBut during the day I might cut you with a razorYou know I likes hip-hop, you know there's no stoppingBut I gotta go, to take my nan out shoppingDuring the day, I gotta clean the houseBut you knows I can sort you out with an ounceIf you see me in town, it's drug money I'm exchangingBut when I'm at home, I'm mainly flower arrangingI likes the yellow daisies and the red roses tooBut when I've finished that, it's back to sniffing glueI watch TV in bed, it really is perfectionThen I wanks over my stamp collection'Cos that's what I does when I gets home'Cos the Queen's fucking head gives me a big fucking boneYou might be hard, even harder than meBut I bet you can't look after a fucking Bonsai treeHad a fight with some kids, and we kicked their assThen I took my kid sister to a ballet classEvery beating I doesNo matter how hard it is, no matter how many people I wreck upI always cleans up the blood off my hands and trackie afterwards, innitHere we go, Benny BlancoI lives up my nan's, I told you all beforeShe's not very rich, in fact she's fucking poorNot 'cos she blew it on fags and a blowBut she's addicted to fucking BingoI takes her there every Tuesday nightThen it's off to Voodoo's for a fightI picks her up around half-past fourAnd then we goes home and smokes a drawMy nan's wicked, she likes toking blowSometimes we watches the Antiques RoadshowI nick stereos, videos and TVsBut that's what you do when you're in the GLCDuring the day I do the shopping for my mum down at SparJust so I can borrow my dad's fucking carWhen I goes out, I does a Ritzy's runAnd when I gets home, I cwtches (hug) my mumSometimes I go shopping in Matalan'sIf the day's nice, I'll take both my nan'sI push 'em round in a wonky old trolleyThen I start to hit 'em with a brolly'Cos you see I'm not nice all the timeBut when I smokes a mix I feels quite fineOn Saturday night I goes fighting in CwmbranThen on Sundays I help my mum make some jamAt 6, I goes out for a drink and a fagBy 8, I'm horned-up and I'm up for a shagBy 10, I'm wrecked up and I pukes on my jeansAt 12, I goes home to use the washing machineYeah you knows it, it's the fucking GLC,Benny Blanco, fucking Adam Hussein, you knows it,Fucking Mike Balls, Raphael, innitI nick stereos, videos and TVsMy name is Mike Balls and I'm like a diseaseI'll fuck up your insides and bring you down to your kneesBut when I threaten you with violence, I say thank you and pleaseWho's that man in the window paneHe's looking really fucking crazy, I think it's Adam HusseinHe beat up loads of kids on their way home last night,Cooked up some dinner and was really alrightI think he's not bad in his own kind of wayBut if he doesn't like your face he'll beat you up 'cos you're gayI nick stereos, videos and TVsI love being a Clart, it's great to be meGet with us, be one of the GLC'Cos you knows it's us that you wanna beOur crew is growing nearly every fucking daySo get with us and don't be a fucking gayI stack shelves at night, help my gran pay the billsBut I gotta make sure that she takes the right pillsMyra Hindley and Ian Brady,those two have got nothing on my old ladyShe's quite hard and she'll kick me inSo I've gotta clean up the rubbish and put out the binI got caught with the drugs, so now I'm in rehabAnd now I'm thinking of my nan in a prefabMy name is Mike Balls and it's true what they sayI'm the hardest man in soccer violence around this wayI beat 50 people up, I'm just fucking insaneI only visit my nan so she can polish my chainShe gives me a tenner to get her the drawI don't know why she does 'cos I know she can scoreShe goes into Ringland to a guy named DelAnd on Pension day she buys some fucking speed as well...Took my gran shopping on Monday,Took my gran shopping on Tuesday,Took my gran shopping on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, SaturdayChilled on Sunday [repeats]

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