Sleaford Mods - Cuddly lyrics

[Verse 1] (I had, I had) I had an organic chicken it was sh** As the day played out in the evenings pit Homeowner man, I'm a family guy Brex-City roller we do and still die Less than zero, flat in the head Lobbing up d** to get out of us heads Every f**ing week there's another Black d**h Another old man in a robe and that, yeah bleak Dale Winton, Supermarket Sweep Feudals got a game too. it ain't as bad There's a bigger prize and it's called land grab Have that, oh ta, I think I'll call myself Lord ba*tard of Sir Bast dar dar [Chorus] Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground Ain't cuddly what you doing, sod your teddy bear Sod your little promises nobody f**ing cares Hanging out the back, of the monied few Lifeless tears for the attentive few And all at once we will realise It will happen suddenly You ain't f**ing cuddly [Verse 2] A life sentence down, LOL, what next? Exorcist puke on my chatty vest The score of the street past the shops rotting meat The d**h of the customer, no meet, no greet No half time, a full 90 minutes Screaming sh** all the time, sh** players Hair transplants, Leo Sayers What does million quid a week bring When your brain can't tell your legs to kick the f**ing thing? [Chorus] Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground Ain't cuddly what you doing, sod your teddy bear Sod your little promises nobody f**ing cares Hanging out the back, of the monied few Lifeless tears for the attentive few And all at once we will realise It will happen suddenly You ain't f**ing cuddly [Verse 3] Reduced timetable as the stairs get blocked At iPhone level, no joke I draw a tenner out and my fingers get sniffed On the used 10 pound note's Coke, no joke Overground and the sites don't encourage good learning My fingers drop sh** Finger nails are curling They're f**ing gurning Lob gob, this is our tree but there's no chance Of reaching the tree top or what Probably not, as the case may be Luck is charm, a bracelets arm Snatching itself back from the wrong palm Luck is charm, a bracelets arm Snatching itself back from the wrong palm [Chorus] Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground Throw a load round, let it rot, on the ground Ain't cuddly what you doing, sod your teddy bear Sod your little promises nobody f**ing cares Hanging out the back, of the monied few Lifeless tears for the attentive few And all at once we will realise It will happen suddenly You ain't that f**ing cuddly (It will happen suddenly You ain't that f**ing cuddly It will happen suddenly You ain't that f**ing cuddly)