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Spagbol America
02:24
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Spagbol America a plastic, craptastic place
Watch the Super Bowl with your big foam hand sticking pulled pork rolls in your face
Spagbol? You gotta go to the USA!
V8's and pancakes, yea we'll smoke your blunts
Keep your gun laws and you can keep your Trump
No Marmite, don't spell right, as dumb as Forest Gump
If you don't realise your President' a cunt
He's a cunt!
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Nearly Middle Aged
02:00
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I'm still the coolest man in the room, even though my style's from '92
I have abused, misused, youth's still on my side
I am the laziest man i know, Simpsons is still my favourite show
I can just about get away with still living at home
Older!
It's the same old me
Fatter!
Pie and chips for tea
Slower!
Your nan's as fast as me
I'm nearly middle aged
My hair's falling out or going grey, can't see my toes due to my waist
And everything now aches, might get my hip replaced
I'm blind as fuck, can't hear a thing, hipster beard hides double chin
Got a yellow, smoke stained grin, I'm constantly enraged
Older!
It's the same old me
Fatter!
Pie and chips for tea
Slower!
Your nan's as fast as me
I'm nearly middle aged
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Jägerbomb
02:25
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Jägerbomb, Jägerbomb can you tell me where my memory has gone?
Jägerbomb, Jägerbomb, I'll blame it on you but it's me all along
It's that thick, black liquid you drop in a glass
Ten minutes later you're flat on your arse
The Germans invented this alcohol blast
If we run out of fuel it would power our cars
Jägerbomb, Jägerbomb can you tell me where my memory has gone?
Jägerbomb, Jägerbomb, I'll blame it on you but it's me all along
It's the end of the night and they're locking the door
Your trousers are torn and you're pissed on the floor
The barman shouts 'ORDERS!' 'cos he knows the score
So you yack in the bog and go back for one more
Jägerbomb, Jägerbomb can you tell me where my memory has gone?
Jägerbomb, Jägerbomb, I'll blame it on you but it's me all along
Wake up in the morning, dick drawn on your head
Your best mates sister's naked in your bed
Your wallet is empty, your heart's full of dread
The stains on your shirt indicate that you bled
Jägerbomb, Jägerbomb can you tell me where my memory has gone?
Jägerbomb, Jägerbomb, I'll blame it on you but it's me all along
Yes, I'll blame it on you but it's me all along
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Anas Brighton, UK
Anas are a Punk Rock band from Brighton, UK.
anasisastupidbandname@gmail.com
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