O.B.C.T - Sleaford Mods

You know the fakes will always bite

Whenever you go throw the line

Fishing

Gudgeons and perch

All draped in sponsorships

And 'uggin self-worth

Like me

You know the fakes who hide behind

The little miffs that like to chime for 'em

All grit and dirt

Until the mask falls off

And what you got is Sesame Street

Big bird

You can’t be splashing, you got no fins

You’re getting salty, you ain’t a fish

You know now I just fantasise

In an house three times the size of my old one

And I pretend that it don’t matter

Passed Oliver Bonas in the Chelsea tractor

You can’t be splashing, you got no fins

You’re getting salty, you ain’t a fish

You’re getting shirty

Your cheeky cuffy getting dragged 'round by your sleeves

You can’t be splashing, you got no fins

You’re getting salty, you ain’t a fish

You’re getting shirty

Your cheeky cuffy getting dragged 'round by your sleeves

You can’t be splashing, you got no fins

You’re getting salty, you ain’t a fish

You’re getting shirty

Your cheeky cuffy getting dragged 'round by your sleeves

You can’t be splashing, you got no fins

You’re getting salty, you ain’t a fish

You’re getting shirty

Your cheeky cuffy getting dragged 'round by your sleeves

You’re getting dragged 'round by your sleeves

You’re getting dragged 'round by your sleeves

You’re getting dragged 'round by your sleeves