Smithy - Sleaford Mods

PX CD

SS looks like SS without the line leather

Wallpaper in the lift

I still buy your shirt

Through the eye of a needle

The red blood of history

At your disposal

High heels, Evel Knievel

A picture of Keef lookin' like a twat

Who cares about rock stars anymore?

Big leather chairs and panelled walls in Tudor flats

It gave birth to a million street alcoholics

That you ignore

Ooh, I need a D-string from the guitar store

I’m turnin' over a new leaf

There’s no drugs left on this one

Plastic belly, «Oooh, my gawd, Sharif.»

Opinionated trainees

You’ve had ya 15 minutes on Facebook

Where the garden of splendour fell all over ya

You loved it

Print the A4 page

Print the A4 page …

Ah fuck off!

Sir Paul, you can find binspiration in everything

The recyclable black bins

Bags of dog shit

Angels sing

New bragues, do a selfie

Quick, do it in the design office

This place looks sick

Better than your own house

Anything’s better than ya own house

The Lamp in Sneino is better than your own house

Get a quick giggle out of the unfortunate drinking

Holes of the lower classes

It’s muggins after ten by the angry underclasses

«What y’got?»

«Nothin'.»

«Don't looke like it.»

«Oi, what you got?»

«Nothin'.»

«It don’t look like it.»

Stuck on repeat with a broken nose and robbery

Beat Street

Sir Paul, you can find binspiration in everything

The recyclable black bins

Bags of dog shit

Angels sing