Popworld
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 f*ck 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!
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