Lyrics:
Stares.
Stares.
At the cocktail party with a Bucks Fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by.
And they move so smooth without even trying.
She’s got the Buck’s Fizz
In one hand
But she ain’t making her mind up
She’s got nowt planned
For tonight
She’s alright
She can get off with anyone that she likes
She’s ready for another
But she can’t decide who
It’s like playing the lottery
Maybe it’ll be you
You can hope
She can cope
With a sub par excuse
For a bloke
She’s blowing bubbles
She’s blowing bubbles
Maybe it’s the
Fake tan or the
Painted nails
Or the way she does her hair
All the small details
They make you want her
You’re going under
Her spell
She’s got you
Wrapped up
Around her little finger
With nothing but a passing glance
Oh She can bring ya
To your knees
Oh please
Darling will you stop being
Such a tease
She’s blowing bubbles
She’s blowing bubbles
She’s blowing bubbles
She’s blowing bubbles
She’s blowing bubbles
She’s blowing bubbles
She’s blowing bubbles
She’s blowing bubbles
Nostalgia grows
Now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying resurrection
I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a roll
I live the slow serrated rape
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
Victims force fed their own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave
Counting my years on an abacus strung
With labial rings and heartstrings undone
Dub me lord abortion, the living dead
The bone saw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath
Horrorscopes my diorama
A twelve part (so far) psychodrama
Another chained I mean to harm her
Inside as well as out
A perverts gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow my house of cards
All turn up death, her bleeding starts
In brute vermilion parts
Now I slither through the hairline cracks
In sanity, best watch your back
Possessed with levering hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut humanity slack
My ambition is to slay anon
A sinner in the hands of a dirty god
Who lets me pray, a Gilles de Rais
Of light where faith leads truth astray
I slit guts guts and free the moistest faces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within
"my heart was a wardrum beat
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in my lap
Lips and skin like sin, a venus mantrap
My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into
A grave coffin fit for the queen of spades
She went out like the light in my mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine
Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks
Came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch
I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has one been able to best separate the three?
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
The kids they were snoring, me nan peeling sprouts
Me pa was all pickled-on whiskey and beer
Me ma was all glowing from love and good cheer
The presents were wrapped and all stacked under the tree
I’m hoping the biggest one there is for me
We’ve watched all the movies and put out Santa’s sherry
Me nan downs it and dances oh so merry
Cos its Ho Ho Christmas, Ho Ho Christmas time
So lets dances and be merry
On love and mulled wine
We wake stupidly early and get everyone up
With dads head a banging, so mum grabs a cup
Of coffee for him and bucks fizz for me na
She then shoves in the turkey as quick as she can
Me ma burned the turkey, and nan ruined the veg,
So we binned it and ordered a Chinese instead
We had rice and had noodles and crispy duck too
Its much better than turkey and bread sauce makes you spew
Cos its Ho Ho Christmas, Ho Ho Christmas time
So lets dances and be merry
On love and mulled wine
We open our presents and stuff down our food
The music is loud and it brightens our mood
We to our loved ones, we cherish so dear
Then stuff down the chocolates and crack open the beer
Monopoloy was opened, we all had a row,
Nan kicked me grandad, so he called her a cow
So the days finally over, let’s all raise a glass
To you 2020 you’ve been a right arse
Cos its Ho Ho Christmas, Ho Ho Christmas time
So lets dances and be merry
On love and mulled wine
We’ve been waiting
For this time to come oh yeah
Christmas time is here
So start the fun
Pick up the phone
Send out a tweet
Call the friends and family
You wish you could meet
You can chat via zoom
From your comfy living room
Making everyone smile
For a little while
Kids get excited
Cause Santa’s been
Leaving them a candy cane
And a tangerine
Then they see
What’s under the tree
Wrapping paper everywhere
Cause they don’t care
We’ve been waiting
For this time to come oh yeah
Christmas time is here
So start the fun
Mums in the kitchen
Pulling out her hair
Cause there’s Brussels sprouts
Rolling round everywhere
She grabs herself a wine
To help pass the time
While the Kids and their toys
Make plenty of noise
Dinner goes down
Without a hitch
Dad’s loving life
Now he’s monopoly rich
Play the family quiz
While you’re sipping Buck’s Fizz
Then blame it on the drink
Cause your brain can’t think
We’ve been waiting
For this time to come oh yeah
Christmas time is here
So start the fun
Tv remote
is out of reach
Coz mum loves the Queen
And her annual speech
More crackers to pull
With bellies so full
Wear my paper crown
Instead of going down town
During this time
No need to doubt
Show your family love
And give your mates a shout
We’re in this together
Much love forever
Now that’s it’s done
It’s time for Boxing Day fun
We’ve been waiting
For this time to come
Christmas time is here
So start the fun
We’ve been waiting
For this time to come
Christmas time is here
So start the fun
Y'all Motherfuckers got nothing
Nothing in your guts and nothing in your blood
Y'all Motherfuckers be fronting
Fronting with your musts and fronting with your love
Y'all Motherfuckers know I don't do shit
Y'all Motherfuckers know I'm fine with it
Y'all Motherfuckers ain't got nothing on me
With your IRA and your cheap money
Ya'll Motherfuckers ain't got nothing to see
With your chains to heave and your brides to be
Y'all Motherfuckers fuck mothers
That's why I call y'all Motherfuckers
Porcelain flowers
Coming up out of the drain
On your shower
We grew to a wraith
With a glower
We bloomed like a fruit
Then soured
Echinacea lanes
Growing to the center of a corpse in a grave
I love to speak and say
And watch the light move to you and relay
Cleft lip jimmy
Bucktooth billy
Look at me funny
And I'll fuck you silly
Got no feelings
For your gut juice spilling
None of your shit
I don't fuck with it, cousin
Fattest motherfucker alive
Trimmed right down
Now I'm all about that
Bulimic lifestyle
Skinny Beavers
With the Kennedy killer eagle eye
I am no coke head
I just don't eat a lot
I got the meanest mouth
My smile's the ugliest
I'll randomly call you a pedophile
Like Elon Musk is
I feel like something mine was taken
Now I'm seeking justice
Your girl won't drink mimosas
But she will a Buck's Fizz?
Dumb bitch if she vote for Trump, Right?
Fuck it I'll shill
Gimme a gig on late night
Unfunny comedians
Get too much airtime
Ugly Motherfuckers
Imma fit right in!
Darling you can play some incredible games
Look at you
Handsome
It's easy to see why you are stumped
A puzzle
By the poolside
Bucks fizz, sunshine then buy me lunch
I would take you almost anywhere
You're neat enough to fit inside my heart
I would take you almost anywhere
You're near enough to fit inside my heart
Come closer
If I'd never met you
What would I have to be sad about?
There are times we feel like a puppet on a string
Got no friends across the sea that like to hear us sing
We try to give them something good every single year
But half the time they act as if they never really hear
If only we could write a decent song like Ja Ja Ding Dong
People say it's pointless, most of the time it is
when San Marino get 12 point it really takes the piss
Cliff Richard couldn't win it and he entered it twice
Maybe we need some bad guys instead of being nice
If only we could write a decent song like Ja Ja Ding Dong
Maybe we should enter as independent states
When we are together we're a place everyone hates
England out there on our own, maybe we've got a chance
But Scotland, Wales and Ireland hate us just as much as France
If only we could write a decent song like Ja Ja Ding Dong
Gina G she had a go, I bet you were a fan
But she just didn't win it unlike Brotherhood of Man
Engelbert Humperdinck, Bonnie Tyler and Blue
They lost it just like Michael Ball and Sonia blew it too
If only we could write a decent song like Ja Ja Ding Dong
Yeah we've won it several times but not for many years
Coz every single entry can prove harmful to your ears
If only there was someone in the music biz
To emulate Katrina, Lulu, Sandie and Bucks Fizz
If only we could write a decent song like Ja Ja Ding Dong
So we thought that last year we had our Waterloo
12 million fans on TikTok, but it just wouldn't do
Sam Ryder did us proud though, getting second place
But Ukraine they deserved to wipe the smile off Putin's face
If only we could write a decent song
If only we could write a decent song
If only we could write a decent song like Ja Ja Ding Dong
Struttin down the stairs, like I'm goin to a weigh in
We're not playin, where's the Buck's Fizz,
Fill her up mum, you know what day it is
Salmon for breakfast, livin like a king
Karaoke later, what shall I sing
Boilin sprouts, argh they reek eurgh
East 17, comin through the speaker
Stay now, ain't no way I'm goin
Icin on the cake, it just started snowin
UK Gold, Only Fools and Horses
Let's eat, wonder what the first course is
Prawn cocktail, it's tradition
Salad and sauce, with a bit of shellfish on
That's boxed, bring out the big bird
I meant the Turkey, have a fuckin word
Ho ho, ho ho
Ho ho, ho ho
Ho ho, ho ho
Ho ho, merry fuckin Christmas
Ho ho, ho ho
Ho ho, ho ho
Ho ho, ho ho
Ho ho, merry fuckin Christmas
Scrapin my plate, lickin up gravy
Had a few bevs, feel a bit wavy
It's the best bit, let's go and sit
Feet up and, take a load off it
Bit of Corrie, bit of Eastenders
Best Soap?
I think I shrunk the kids
It's some funky biz
I was busy sipping on some bucks fizz
Tryna find some fucks to give
I've been spitting over crunchy mids
With my bumpy shins
You know they're crusty in the winter
Bust against my board, that's a splinter
Tryna thwart my sport instead of kinder
I'm giving your porsche the middle finger
Giving your porsche the middle finger
They say karma's a bitch
I'm seeing no returns
I was playing with the pitch
That's a lesson learnt
It's survival of the rich
In this toxic world
I've been churning out these hits
Watch my money burn
They say karma's a bitch
I'm seeing no returns
I was playing with the pitch
That's a lesson learnt
It's survival of the rich
In this toxic world
I've been churning out these hits
Watch my money burn
Ayooo ayooo
On my westside gunn shit
Tryna get this blunt lit
Running through the streets
I got bags in abundance
Dishing out mags, not gun clips
That's Bido Lito
See me with the free throw
Talking over beats
I'm just tryna make you crease though
I've been stilfing my ego, yeah
She go wherever we go
W-w-we go wherever the weed go
I'm just waiting for the day that the nukes go boom
Sitting in my room, blasting mother fucking doom
Make me wanna craft another tune
Got me feeling like I'm cinderella with her broom
Ed Scissor with the Metal Finger
Been a hot minute since I ate a Pinger
From open mics
To lonely nights
My life is like
These rhymes are tight
I still cant find the light
So I write, to impose the sight
Of my trifle to your kind
Uphold my last fight, yeah
They say karma's a bitch
I'm seeing no returns
I was playing with the pitch
That's a lesson learnt
It's survival of the rich
In this toxic world
I've been churning out these hits
Watch my money burn
They say karma's a bitch
I'm seeing no returns
I was playing with the pitch
That's a lesson learnt
It's survival of the rich
In this toxic world
I've been churning out these hits
Watch my money burn
I guess that be fairly true
Cuz no one will ever
Love you like... family do
And I understand thats hardly
A revelation to the nation
But in my life...The thing is... i only See them on vacation
Geordies not yanks
I just said that ish to rhyme
What im saying is... i dont get... alot Of family time
When my grandma died
It kinda drew a line
After that
No xmas dinners
Bucks fizz.. an mulled wine
The day before she died
I was wearing a giggs tee
She asked me who it was
I told her he was an MC
She said she hadnt heard him
I laughed and said that could be
I watched you take your last breath
That was one of my darkest
R.i.p Monica egan...
Cups up celebrate
Salute the tape it's mixed up game
So rrraise the cup like FA
From a child to my destiny like it's F8
Storing bars like clubs and pubs
Give me that cocktail fizz bucks
Lather the bucks money suds
On the rocks head the knock
Out cold ssshivering buttocks
Off come the bollocks Frozen Anna
Coat the wrap and spit out a cover
Lyrics so clever I bright the bulb tuber
Not looking to rank Shabba
Only wanting to launch Nasa
Not first nor best crème de la crème
Hits cause everybody hurts REM
All I need is happiness
All I want is nothing
All I get are blessings
On my JLo shit like all I have is
Dictate but no Hitler multiply for the hitter
Killing these beats suicide out the speaker
Not a big head but I'm heading for bigger
One passenger and only a dream with her so
Your TODO keep it on the Dlow
Cee Lo below zero figure O
Figaro no Pinocchio growing nose
Instead I Rida Flow whistle ships ahoy ahoe
Riding this Mayweather Floyd
Add another brick to the wall Pink Floyd
Another notch to the bed post Virginia Floyd
Yeah groove me King Floyd
On ya go collect the points like Mario
Eating these coins like Pica swallow
Regurgitate the change eat humble pie lemon
Fresh like Smith William
All I need is happiness
All I want is nothing
All I get are blessings
On my JLo shit like all I have is
We've got a problem but I don't know what it is
We used to sparkle now we buck without the fizz
My ass is getting pains from sitting on the fence
For everything I need to do is in the future tense
Blue on a green planet
With you
We've got a history but it's too much like the past
I get unwell from stuff that used to be a blast
I did some falling down I did some falling out
I just guess our joint account has fallen into doubt
Blue on a green planet
With you
What more can we say, what more can we do
This is something that I never wanted to go through
But I'm blue on a green planet with you
I'm blue on a green planet with you
I'm so blue on a green planet with you
Blue on a green planet
With you
I'm not that lazy but I just don't need the work
I'm not the proper type to be one of those physical jerks
Some people say you have to change to stay the same
I guess we tried so hard to stay the same we changed
Blue on a green planet
With you
What more can we say, what more can we do
This is something that I never wanted to go through
But I'm blue on a green planet with you
I'm blue on a green planet with you
I'm so blue on a green planet
What more can we say, what more can we do
This is something that I never wanted to go through
But I'm blue on a green planet with you
I'm blue on a green planet with you
I'm so blue on a green planet
Blue on a green planet
With you
Blue on a green planet
With you
Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
With you
Blue on a green planet
With you
Blue on a green planet
With you
Yeah, man the flavor, flavor
Yeah!
Ah yeah, who we doing?
[Chorus]
Buck, buckin' 'em down, buck, buckin' 'em down
Buck, buckin' 'em down, buck, buckin' 'em down
Buck, buckin' 'em down, buck, buckin' 'em down
Buck, buckin' 'em down, buck, buckin' 'em down
Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough shit
Packin' nigga's kicks with black pits
Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot!
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a nine
I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why
But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die
I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why
But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die
One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
One-eighty-seven time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints so a nine I throw away
Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray
Pop-pop, pop, another motherfucker drop
And I get relief like, plop, plop, fizz
Smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain't Nintendo, I'm high off the indo
Creepin' with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on a donut
And crack up, so now he best to back up
I guess I gots to pack up, fillin' the clip up
I zip uptown, the motherfuckin' cops are all around
Helicopters flyin', these motherfuckers tryin'
To catch me and stretch me on Death Row
But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go
"This now covers a very, very wide area of Los Angeles
Where these fires have been, uh, ignited
I mean, from here to the, uh, to the south end of South Central is a long way"
Break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin'
The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall
Niggas don't give a fuck, so them bust and them fall
The description of three blacks
Shows no justice, so, speak up it's your right
If we riot again, mi turn the other cheek
We be too many, mi got mi nine to my side
So mi bust, flick, 'cause he don't give a fuck
And mi don't give a fuck
And all my problems end with that buck-buck
Blam-blam, blam 'til dem fall
Listen to the shots from a nigga, Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye
Dr.
Niggas if you want to
I'ma come through
It's Jane of the jungle
Guerillas with bananas
I'ma shoot you and your whole crew
I got feed the demon now
You know the prima-prima donna pack the heater got the armor
Yung Rapunzel, kill you if you want to
If you niggas fuck with me
Then you better duck from me
You a duck to me, niggas wanna cuck for me
I let it loose these niggas' life ain't worth a buck to me
I got the noose, these lil niggas on the run from me
Pack the deuce, I'll hit these niggas with a buck fifty
I'm Mama Goose, these little bitches little ducks to me
They telling stories like I'm not a legend up, millions
They wanna suck pussy, bitches wanna suck tiddy
What the fuck you want from me?
Bam flip snip
Bang flutter splash
Bash glug splat
Beep gurgle splatter
Blare jangle splash
Boing jingle splish
Boink ka-boom splosh
Boom kerplunk sputter
Bubble ooze squelch
Buck ping pong squish
Bumble pitter patter swoosh
Bump plink thud
Clang plop thump
Clank pluck thwack
Clash poof tick tock
Clatter pop tinkle
Click pow trickle
Clickety-clack puff vroom clink
Rattle wallop clunk
Ring whack crackle
Ruff wham crash
Rumble whip creak
Rustle whir croak
Sizzle whiz crunch
Slap whoop ding dong
Slash whoosh drip
Slip zap fizz
Slither zing fizzle
Slop zip flick smash
Zoom
Just a Nazi punk gettin' beat down
Just some clown who felt
Like a Mounds bar
Now I've got nuts in the trunk of my car
And we ain't too far away
From the cop spot
Dust 'em in the parking lot
Two bucks in the chop shop
Plop plop fizz fizz, here comes the buzz
Ain't a damn thing changed
Ain't that the name of the song, cuz?
(panas,panas,panas)
Ini barang panas. (panas,panas,panas)
(Verse 2) – Fizz Ghetto
Mic check dua tiga dua tiga
Fizz on the mic korang dah tahu ni siapa
Gonna bring the heat set the roof on fire
U know what it is dont say i didn't warn ya
Skarang orang tengok gua lain macam
Tengok hidup gua ini macam sudah senang
Keje pagi malam they say im a hustler
Tapi belakang cite im a struggler
Verse - ITSDATBOYINBLVCK
Tak pernah cakap yang gua ni barang panas
Dorang yang cakap
Kenapa lu pulak nak panas
Ini pesanan dari budak baru nak up
Gua new in the game
Tapi korang gotta buck up
Malas
Orang macam gua bukan like that (no)
Orang macam gua suka let it go
Orang luar tengok gua be like (woah)
Tapi kalau langgar you dont wanna know.
I try to keep it tight, but I can't sleep at night
'Cause I hear voices, and I get the blinky lights
I'm still sufferin' from alcohol abuse
And any beef I ever had, I never called a truce
(Damn nigga you loose) I'm just me
I'm sick of tellin' you dudes, so (what it's gon' be)
Who put them hammers to use now (mop)
It's what the ghetto produce yo (first family)
I'm a predicate, you niggas is delicate
All that bullshit you talkin' is irrelevant
I am devil sent (blow 'em down)
All the way live motherfucker on some rebel shit
I make it tragic, when I rapidly (fire!)
(buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck) bastard!
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
My style is Lavish
Sleek with mystique Gorgeous cttire
She says I look chic
Thick with the envy
Im still finna thrive
Give thanks most high thank God im alive
Now don't stop the music
Keep up the tempo
My type is athletic
Just like a Free Throw
Blossom gon pop
Emerald green
Brash like cash
Machismo obscene
I'm the Silkiest smooth while I'm Earning a Buck
Braggadocio born
cnd I make my own luck
Got the Glamour and glitz
Respect for the biz
Uhhh
Call it the rizz
They say I'm pretty fresh and I'm keeping it poppin
cnd for the forseeable future I don't ever see it stopping
While I'm Boostin up my value
Street word is a fizz
You know what that is?
Wok sprite, dirty mix
Drop a pill, watch it fizz
Canary diamonds, look like piss
Check my neck, look at my wrist
Brand new lamb, drop the top
Sun is shining, make these rocks pop
Stack my guap, I got a lot
No cup holders, got clutch my wok
Got the tint up, five percent, and these diamonds still gleaming
I'm riding with my team, I got a feast, everybody eating
They held it down for me through every case that I done beaten
I done ran up all these racks from flipping packs it's like I'm cheating
Push big boy trucks, got big boy bucks
I sip that dirty, clutch double cups
Ops think I'm worried, don't give no fucks
Hit you with sticks, like hockey puck
In my spot, but now I'm leaving
Spot a opp, it got me cheesing
Up on his back, and press the beam in
Bouncer let me, like he ain't see it
Pull out money gun, a thousand bucks get sprayed
We shoot for fun, you wanna die today
Job done, hop back in my wraith
Fuck first class, bitch I ride in space
Rollin strapped I got my Glockie clutched
Rollin ya whole gang up Smoke em like a Dutch
Chop under the seat it got a pack-a-punch
Yo bitches fuck wit me hell yeah I bag a bunch
My money trumps, ride like a president
Told the cops no warrant, out my residence
Mind my business, run it up, collect my dividends
Some secret service shit, take anyone you steppin with
I'm like hell nah lil bitch can't get to me
I think this dude about to yak, but he burn less than me
I smoke sum potent, you smoke stems and seeds
Gave the plug some of my racks, I'm bout to double these
Wok sprite, dirty mix
Drop a pill, watch it fizz
Canary diamonds, look like piss
Check my neck, look at my wrist
Brand new lamb, drop the top
Sun is shining, make these rocks pop
Stack my guap, I got a lot
No cup holders, got clutch my wok
Brodie gon pour up a little tris
That ain't no lean cause it don't fizz
Yung Drippy Dri, show bizz
[Chorus x2]
Now drink up, let's get drunk
let's get drunk
Now drink up, let's get drunk
and throw up in the car, let's get drunk
[E-40]
I'm sideways doing about a buck fifty
Drunk and on some of that top of the line high on Carlos Rossi
Drunk about a gallon to the dome, then that's the hit
Every thing's blurry, burnt twisted eyes bloodshot red
Straight up on four
[B-Legit]
Don't forget about Legit though
Danked out, and full of that Cisco
Siding with the proper dame I don't know her name
But I'm loving this part of the game
I'm a take her for a real ride
Somewhere deep in the hillside
I got about a eighth in the cooler
I thinks this just might do her (might do her?)
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