“Uh! Boy! Yeah! Yeah! You, sitting down there… Oh God! (Ha ha)
This is something different for you to catch onto, Seen, ya know?
Yeah!
Ah! A whole new angle. Tell ’em, Seen!”
Never Mind the Bollocks, here comes the punk funk
Click, quick, fast in hysterics
I put the junk in my music, and the junk in my lyrics
With the boom, with the bash with The Clash, I am the alpha white
Riots, no quiet but quite unbelievable
I am the unachievable animal
The lyrical cannibal unmat the {?}
Art to tear apart this Anarchy in the UK
Punk in the funk, panicky in the UK
It’s the Shy, baby, baby, the Shy, baby, baby
The Shy, the Lok, the lyrical Glock, baby, baby
Absurd, oh my word, Pretty Vacant is my flow
A test tube baby with a face like Quasimodo
Oh, no, the bells! Ring the bells if you’ve forgotten
I’m raw to the core ‘n’ like Johnny I’m Rotten
You can’t stop ’em, a Billabong, rebel Cong{?}
McLaren and things(?) like Sid, the original yid
Baron Greenback, we’re back, jump back
We’re the brothers from the hood and we pump the punk funk
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk (baby!)
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk
We’re like a boil on the butt of humanity
I lost my sanity, you got the switch, you hit the lavatory
We’re acting dark like Sid did with Nancy
The New York don, yeah, the Brit took her fancy
I’m a little silly billy, you couldn’t come a {dama seem?}
You touch the mic you gimme the heebie jeebies
Huble, bubble, bubble, yum, bubblegum
Check out the Spyce stuff, freaky with the
I’m young, high strung I’ve only just begun
I am the brother from the hood
I am the punk for this one
This ain’t no rock and roll swindle
Watch the punk funk kindle
The flames from the men with the Mr Men nicknames
The self-sames, we play the games
Up up up and oi, vays(?) aways
Original super punks born in Generation X
We can see your Undertones with our X-Ray Spex
What the hex, you get hit with Styx if you stuck
We’re the brothers from the hood and we pump the punk funk
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk (baby!)
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk
I spit and flub, you {?} like a gob
I have you locked in Rapture like Debbie did to Freddy
Swearing on your telly with Roger Melly
Boy, I’m gonna give my all, I’m gonna gonna give this sh#t some welly
You get me? You check wit’, you’re getting wet, Seen
Swimming in your {?} like my name was Jacques
In the UK sub, I love my rumble{?}
For now I’m terrorising the clubs with the punk funk
So God save the Queen! f#ck that! Save my own arse, I mean
I’m a punk on the scene
I buzz ears like a hooker buzz cocks
And Brighton Rocks when my new quad {repra?} scening ya
And I’ve been meaning to call myself a punk
Mr Dexter is a punk, Mr Spyce is a punk
Underdog, he’s a punk
Brotherhood’s way up front
We’re the brothers from the hood
And we pump the punk funk
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk (baby!)
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk
Well, if you act like a punk you get funked like a punk
And get punch drunk, punk, from the punk funk
Well, if you act like a punk you get funked like a punk
And get punch drunk, punk, from the punk funk
That’s right!
Yeah!
Uh!
We’re the punks!
This is how we run things here, dungeon style
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