Bungalow
Bungalow
By the sea
Bungalow
In the sea air
Climbing rose
Time to spare
Luxury accommodation traps the sun
So we're working every hour that God made
So we can fly away
Saving it all up for you bungalow
Bungalow by the sea
Bungalow
Silver shoreline
In the gorse
You can be mine
Standing prime position for the town
Working for a vision through this life
So we can fly away bungalow
Bungalow
(Hofstede)
He lives in a bungalow
He lives in a bungalow
Sits on a couch and
Looks at a color show
He lives in a bungalow
He lives in a bungalow
Different cars in
A garage down below
Look at my etchings on the wall
Look at the lampshade in the hall
They told me it's hand-made from Japan
They sold me a ready-made again
We like middle of the road we're
Living in the middle of the room
She lives in a bungalow
She lives in a bungalow
Sits on a sofa
Looks at the colour show
Doing the dishies by machine
She is the wedgewood kitchen queen
Sits at the pool with
Martini cool she's
Getting too fat and
He's a fool
They like middle of the road they're
Watch me destroy you Get out of my path I fucked your wife Fucked her in
the ass She loved it She sucks me That's really funny Suck me You fucker
I hate you You're nothing Orgasmic Oh I'm coming Harder please harder
Fuck me Fuck me I called you My best friend The truth hurts The price you
VERSE 1
You know what, Some didn’t speak
Thought they be shut down
and be up in class that clown
knowledge we do seek
but got a need throw that muscle round
stand up or tumble now got drama in abundance now
when thrown in deep some will swim and sure
some will drown
Some will be sheep and thats sweet
If you got good friends
We not all born to lead so our feet just follow footprints
Pushed in a world where to conform is the norm
How quick your dreams can be torn
just getting cought in that storm
But when warned we ain’t listening
Them laws we be dissin them
On a course we’re going to court is like a christening
Not sure where your mission went
Before it was different
Distorted cause you thought you ought to live for your list of friends
CHORUS
Thats the real in you
Know thats the real in you
Break shackles of the ones that hold back and limit you
Thats what's critical
Know thats whats critical
Empowered to make moves on your own
Thats the pinnacle
VERSE 2
You know what
Time fly’s like a bird does
from shining up in first class
To finding a first love who lined up and burnt buds
From Riding church busses to a runaway train
Not coping when your folks split
Out unloading that blame
And thats the dumbest of games
But how’d you know any better
Got no focus on clever that only motives vendetta
And all that self medicating on them potions an error
Controls been taken, the rains coming
Hold that umbrella
But when warned we ain’t listening
Them laws we be dissin them
On a course we’re going to court is like a christening
Not sure where your mission went
Before it was different
Distorted cause you thought you ought to live for your list of friends
CHORUS
Thats the real in you
Know thats the real in you
Break shackles of the ones that hold back and limit you
Thats what's critical
Know thats whats critical
Empowered to make moves on your own
"Ladies and gentlemen... thank you...
we proudly present, live form the Kharzie-Au-Go-Go,
Wapping,
the incomparable Judge Dread and the incompetent Ivor
Biggun
Take it away lads..."
"Good evening Mr. Biggun"
"Good evening Mr. Dread
It's nice to see you sober"
"I thought that you were dead"
Before your eyes we'll exercise
That rumpy-pumpy beat
A brand new workout
Physical jerkout
This'll get you off your feet
Bonkola, bonkola
exercise for the knob (knob knob)
Bonkola, bonkola
Good to be on the job (knob job)
Now I'm a w*nking wonder
With a muscular right arm
Thudding on the pudding
Pumping percy in the palm
I prefer bonkola
You hardly have to budge
Just be upstanding, stuff your gland in
Hang on girls, here comes the judge
chorus
It's awfully good for the figure
It's frightfully good for the health
I do it with vim and with vigour
And i just do it myself
C'mon Judge, let's get bonking...
In - out, in - out, in - out, in - out
chorus
So if you're good at press-ups
This is really up your street
Try them on the carpet
With a lady underneath
And if you grunt and groan a lot
But still can't get it right
Don't complain, what a shame
You'll have to practice every night
chorus
"Here Ivor, you know what, you really are a w*nker"