"Tory Kong" lyrics
"Tory Kong"
She's never worked though, has she?
She don't fucking need to
And she knows it
Oh, really?
Yea, he does it all
Really?
Yea, he does it all
Tory Kong
Yea
Yea, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island
Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster
Tory Kong
Tory Kong
Midge Ure'd ya, so did I
I heard ya little mouth go cry, cry, cry
I'm always deeper, I don't know why
You think results come out ya arse
They fall out of the sky
Sun's out, yea, guns out
Make 'em pay at 9:05 on morning news
My baby's got the blues
You ever thought about leaving her then?
(Wanker)
I'm always deeper, I don't know why
You think results come out ya arse
They fall out of the sky
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island
Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster
Tory Kong
Tory Kong
Nugget master, watch 'em dash
I throw them little boulders down, I make 'em dash the pan
Dash the cash!
Nothing after one sheet then slash
There's gonna be some hurdles 'ere
It's basic fuckin' maths
There's gonna be an hurdle
My 24-hour curdle? (Ugh) I've got it on!
Twat
The URL are you playing at?
We ain't pretentious, no
This ain't a disco nap
What the URL are you playing at?
I'll just hit ya and it'll ruin ya, you won't go out
Yea, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island
Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster
Tory Kong
Tory Kong
I don't believe ya, you got no man
I don't believe you hang around with criminals, drinking cans
I said, how are you any better at bleak?
You use choreography, for fuck's sake
Blowing smoke up the arse of Balenciaga
Paris Fashion Week
I don't believe ya, you got no man
I don't believe you hang around with criminals, drinking cans
I said, how are you any better at bleak?
You don't eat raw sauso, you don't touch that meat
You don't chop raw sauso
Pepper it, herbs and fucking 'Merry Christmas' meat
I don't believe ya, you got no man
I don't believe you hang around with criminals, drinking cans
Yea, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island
Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster
Tory Kong
Tory Kong
What the URL are you playing at?
We ain't pretentious
We don't need disco naps
What the URL are you playing at?
We ain't pretentious
We don't need disco naps
Writer(s): Andrew Robert Fearn, Jason Williamson
- AZLyrics
- S
- Sleaford Mods Lyrics
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