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Popworld
by Four Blokes
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I'm going to sing the song now
The seventeen years that you've been alive
Are simply not enough to enter into this dive
So you tippex over the 2005
Hold your driver's license as they start to arrive
It's 10PM as you move through the queue
Finger's fucking freezing and your lips have gone blue
Put on your deepest voice, the bouncer's talking to you
But he turns you away and there's nothing you can do
He's got a knack for blagging but you found that you lack it
Might get your mate to sneak you in stuck up in jacket
Crouching in a pouch, in a baccy packet
But he's stuttering and sweating, no he really can't hack it
Back again over the following days
You try to slip him a fiver but he won't accept pay
You pretend that you're French, ne parlez pas Anglais
But he knows you're talking bollocks and he says fuck off mate
Getting into Popworld is the hardest task of all
Every chance I get I seem to piss it up the wall
Heart rate slowly rising then I feel sudden fall
I'm stood here on the street the winter breeze is icy cool
Tried Halloween security uniforms
But you're soon found out, you're left feeling forlorn
There's been felt-tip beards and fake moustaches worn
Looking like you walked out of some 70's porn
No stubble but you're stubborn, you just have to get in
Tried sneaking through the back door, you was hidden in a bin
But no matter what the plan is, you just can't see to win
You're at the door again, you know his patience is thin
By now he knows your face and you know he can't bare ya
You've formed a sort of rivalry like Keane and Vieira
He's giving you the evils and he's trying to scare ya
But you stare back even harder, it's like "Go on I dare ya"
But this time you make it in you can hardly believe it
Although almost instantly you just feel like leaving
You bump into a bloke holding his stomach and heaving
And his horrid sick is sprayed from the floor to the ceiling
Getting into Popworld is the hardest task of all
Every chance I get I seem to piss it up the wall
Heart rate slowly rising then I feel sudden fall
I'm stood here on the street the winter breeze is icy cool
Ooo baby!
I'm going to sing the song now
The seventeen years that you've been alive
Are simply not enough to enter into this dive
So you tippex over the 2005
Hold your driver's license as they start to arrive
It's 10PM as you move through the queue
Finger's fucking freezing and your lips have gone blue
Put on your deepest voice, the bouncer's talking to you
But he turns you away and there's nothing you can do
He's got a knack for blagging but you found that you lack it
Might get your mate to sneak you in stuck up in jacket
Crouching in a pouch, in a baccy packet
But he's stuttering and sweating, no he really can't hack it
Back again over the following days
You try to slip him a fiver but he won't accept pay
You pretend that you're French, ne parlez pas Anglais
But he knows you're talking bollocks and he says fuck off mate
Getting into Popworld is the hardest task of all
Every chance I get I seem to piss it up the wall
Heart rate slowly rising then I feel sudden fall
I'm stood here on the street the winter breeze is icy cool
Tried Halloween security uniforms
But you're soon found out, you're left feeling forlorn
There's been felt-tip beards and fake moustaches worn
Looking like you walked out of some 70's porn
No stubble but you're stubborn, you just have to get in
Tried sneaking through the back door, you was hidden in a bin
But no matter what the plan is, you just can't see to win
You're at the door again, you know his patience is thin
By now he knows your face and you know he can't bare ya
You've formed a sort of rivalry like Keane and Vieira
He's giving you the evils and he's trying to scare ya
But you stare back even harder, it's like "Go on I dare ya"
But this time you make it in you can hardly believe it
Although almost instantly you just feel like leaving
You bump into a bloke holding his stomach and heaving
And his horrid sick is sprayed from the floor to the ceiling
Getting into Popworld is the hardest task of all
Every chance I get I seem to piss it up the wall
Heart rate slowly rising then I feel sudden fall
I'm stood here on the street the winter breeze is icy cool
Ooo baby!
