Lyrics
The R-O-D, the N-E-Y
That's that bloke that geez that guy
Cooling I rule never fooling around
Majestic, turn my penny to a pound
I'll kruff the what? The great non-kruffer
Straight gully, them's the sons of the gutter
Plain flow, slain flow
Through the chicane flow
Kicking the bane flow
Shall maintain flow
Had it with the faffers and the wall of long talk
Priggers need to check themself and take a long walk
I'm the punk rocker steady man
The ever ready man
The ever ready plan
The ever ready grand
Banana clan is like a thorn in the side of
The heliot machine who ain't seen what we seen
Or been where we been so they can't tell we jack
They didn't want to back these chaps but we don't need them
Them little scatty hoes have got no allegiance
To the L for the culture, to the world for the culture
So we done those frauds, run those frauds
We could never ever become those frauds
Seat yourself
Curl one for me
Twirl one for me
Curl one for me
Seat yourself
Curl one for me
Twirl one for me
Curl one for me
Seat yourself
Manifestation
Manifestation of the verbal sportsman
Hip to my hop I'm kangaroo courts man
Brigadier, dare to be dearly
Fear what? Unfairly the fear that smears thee
My wares beware the goon in the gully be
Chucking the spare tribal stance most hurriedly
Vocal tradition I'm juxtaposition it's the
Acquisition of the rudiment rebel tongue
Gold certificate, my road certificate
Is most particular to spitting and pissing on the fabric of the beast
There'll be no peace
North to the west, south to the east
Seat yourself
Curl one for me
Twirl one for me
Curl one for me
Seat yourself