Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit

Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar

Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with the card

Good call

What's the crack, what's the damage done today

From the commons to the common a banana skin away

Throw it up, throw it out

Chuck a nightmare dart

Quiet

Compere on the mic turns turning to the court

Putting beef vol-au-vents across the Union Jack

Bolinger and Bitter says the colonies are back

Chorus: Hear ya, I can't hear ya, I can't hear ya, I can't hear ya

Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit

You think you're god's gift

You're a liar

I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire, fire

(Repeat chorus)

Up your ronson

Take a tab

With a flash of Zippo light

Through the hip parade passing to the Polaroids right

The manic little rebel got a bottle in his hand

A rhyming manifesto and a butty from his mam

Local lad made bad with cowboy charm

Said he doesn't really mean every screw-'em-all barb

Pass the mic

Karaoke for the yesteryear stars

Time to weep into your beer 'til the fireworks start

(Repeat Chorus)

You think you're god's gift

You're a liar

I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire, fire

(Repeat chorus)