Bloik lyrics

Yaaaaaaaaaw!
Dick Head was a pratt, he drove a Skoda with extra lamps on,
Always dickin` prattin`,
Looked like a reuseable tampon.
Tried to chat the birds up,
He`d always end up bleedin`,
It`s tough when you come from Bollington,
It`s all the interbreeding.

Sunglasses in the evening,
Umbrellas in his bitter.
`Excuse me Mrs. Woman, do you take it up the shitter?`
Guess what in the pint pot?
Size ten in the dick,
It`s best to take those glasses off when your chatting up Stez Styx.

Do you fancy going out on a bastard,
An` buying us a couple of beers?
She said, `I`d rather sit on me finger,
Or go and have a cervical smear.`
Bloik.

So Dick Head went to Soho,
And he paid for a 69,
`Gissus the beads up front love,
You`d better not waste me time.`
The whore had had beans for dinner,
She farted up his nose,
He said, `I`m not payin` knacker`s head for sixty-nine of those!`

Do you fancy going out on a bastard,
Do you want another packet of crisps?
Or what about a bag of pork scatchings?
Do you mind if I just weigh up your tits...
Whheey!

Heavy Metal.

Do you fancy going out on a bastard,
An` buying us a couple of beers?
She said, `I`d rather sit on me finger,
Or go and have a cervical smear.`
Bloik