I'm ironing my shirt, to make a good impression
I'm pushing my way through the filth and the scum
I'm combing my hair, with military precision
I'm wary of jokes and the cheap tradesmen smokes
No charity here, we're making a living
I buy lots of indie and rev my Hyundai
My handshake is firm, oh I'm a real bobby dazzler
Selling my shit to the twats on the street
Enjoy this trip, because it is a trip
There's a price on your head (your head's on the block)
There's a price on your head (your head's on the block)
There's a price on your head (your head's on the block)
And it read £9.99
