Chumbawamba - Mouthful Of sh** (country & Western Version) lyrics

Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of sh** Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with the card Good call What's the crack, what's the damage done today From the commons to the common a banana skin away Throw it up, throw it out Chuck a nightmare dart Quiet Compere on the mic turns turning to the court Putting beef vol-au-vents across the Union Jack Bolinger and Bitter says the colonies are back Chorus: Hear ya, I can't hear ya, I can't hear ya, I can't hear ya Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of sh** You think you're god's gift You're a liar I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire, fire (Repeat chorus) Up your ronson Take a tab With a flash of Zippo light Through the hip parade pa**ing to the Polaroids right The manic little rebel got a bottle in his hand A rhyming manifesto and a bu*ty from his mam Local lad made bad with cowboy charm Said he doesn't really mean every screw-'em-all barb Pa** the mic Karaoke for the yesteryear stars Time to weep into your beer 'til the fireworks start (Repeat Chorus) You think you're god's gift You're a liar I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire, fire (Repeat chorus)