"The Bride Of Rankenstein" lyrics
Oi, Noisey
Heavy fucking soul
I'm nicking drinks off Vin Diesel and all his fucking crew
He likes to dance to Valerie, he hasn't got a clue
No more ecstasy
No more ecstasy
Boris and the Bride of Rankenstein have fucked off
I got a meter in the car park behind, next an half hour
So I'm in this fucking club
I keep taking my coat off, putting the fucker back on
I'm fucking drugged up
I keep nicking drinks off Vin Diesel and his crew
'Cause I can't be fucking bothered going to the fucking bank
She's half hour late
I can have three for two or one for one, so I take six
Fuck it, that's forty pound, which ain't bad
That'll do, yep, ta, get out the fucking car then
No petrol stations open, which means no porn mags
I got nothing at home, so I'll go Aster
I'm gonna have to buy FHM or something
Loaded or nuts, full of tits
Tits everywhere, everywhere you look, tits
Fucking tits in the sky
Big yellow tits beating down on me
I'll go to fucking Tit Town, man
I'm nicking drinks off Vin Diesel and all his fucking crew
He likes to dance to Valerie, he hasn't got a clue
No more ecstasy
No more ecstasy
You're robbing me blind, ain't ya?
You may as well be trying to rob the charity box
In the canteen at Scotland Yard, mate
You got no chance
Every time I come in here
You shave another 20p off the purchase, don't ya?
I ain't stupid, mate
It's cool, though
I'm keeping count
In another two to three weeks, I'm gonna walk in this fucking shithole
And take four cans of Grolsch straight off the shelf, and walk out
You owe me four quid, blud
And if you try and do anything about that
I'll kick your fucking face in
I'm nicking drinks off Vin Diesel and all his fucking crew
He likes to dance to Valerie, he hasn't got a clue
No more ecstasy
No more ecstasy
What, don't you want me? Oh, why don't you want me?
Oh, isn't it funny how they never talk about it?
Don't you want me? Oh, don't you want me?
Oh, ain't it funny how they never talk about it?
Heavy fucking soul
I'm nicking drinks off Vin Diesel and all his fucking crew
He likes to dance to Valerie, he hasn't got a clue
No more ecstasy
No more ecstasy
Boris and the Bride of Rankenstein have fucked off
I got a meter in the car park behind, next an half hour
So I'm in this fucking club
I keep taking my coat off, putting the fucker back on
I'm fucking drugged up
I keep nicking drinks off Vin Diesel and his crew
'Cause I can't be fucking bothered going to the fucking bank
She's half hour late
I can have three for two or one for one, so I take six
Fuck it, that's forty pound, which ain't bad
That'll do, yep, ta, get out the fucking car then
No petrol stations open, which means no porn mags
I got nothing at home, so I'll go Aster
I'm gonna have to buy FHM or something
Loaded or nuts, full of tits
Tits everywhere, everywhere you look, tits
Fucking tits in the sky
Big yellow tits beating down on me
I'll go to fucking Tit Town, man
I'm nicking drinks off Vin Diesel and all his fucking crew
He likes to dance to Valerie, he hasn't got a clue
No more ecstasy
No more ecstasy
You're robbing me blind, ain't ya?
You may as well be trying to rob the charity box
In the canteen at Scotland Yard, mate
You got no chance
Every time I come in here
You shave another 20p off the purchase, don't ya?
I ain't stupid, mate
It's cool, though
I'm keeping count
In another two to three weeks, I'm gonna walk in this fucking shithole
And take four cans of Grolsch straight off the shelf, and walk out
You owe me four quid, blud
And if you try and do anything about that
I'll kick your fucking face in
I'm nicking drinks off Vin Diesel and all his fucking crew
He likes to dance to Valerie, he hasn't got a clue
No more ecstasy
No more ecstasy
What, don't you want me? Oh, why don't you want me?
Oh, isn't it funny how they never talk about it?
Don't you want me? Oh, don't you want me?
Oh, ain't it funny how they never talk about it?
