Bloink! Lyrics

d*** Head was a prat, drove a Skoda with extra lamps on,
Always getting t***ted, looked like a reusable tampon,
Tries to chat the birds up, always ends up bleeding,
Its tough when you come from Bollington, its all the interbreeding.
Sunglasses in the evening, umbrellas in his bitter,
'Excuse me, Mrs Woman, do you take it up the s******?',
He gets force-fed a pint pot, a size ten in the d***,
(Its best to take dark glasses off when you're chatting-up Stez Styx)

'Do you fancy going halves on a b******?,
Or buying us a couple of beers?'
'I'd rather sit on my finger,
Or go and have a cervical smear,
Bloik!
' d*** Head went to Soho, and paid for a sixty-nine,
She said: 'Give us the beads up front, love, you'd better not waste my time,'
The w**** had beans for dinner, and farted up his nose,
He said: 'I'm not paying ackers out for sixty nine of those.

Do you fancy going halves on a b******?,
Do you want another packet of crisps?,
Or what about a bag of pork scratchings?
Do you mind if I just weigh-up your t***?'
Waeeey!
'Do you fancy going halves on a b******?,
Or buying us a couple of beers?'
'I'd rather sit on my finger,
Or go and have a cervical smear,
Bloik!