Shot Shot
BEN OTTEWELL, IAN THOMAS BALL, OLIVER JAMES PEACOCK, PAUL BLACKBURN, THOMAS WILLIAM GRAY
Well hey, how's tricks man
Think I seen you before
Blank blank do ya
You looked a lot older
You been workin' out
what's wrong with that
Well he came back and
Came marching in
Shot shot to the
He found a good reason
Do it for the money
what's wrong with that
Control your bad side in to peril
We come down
Hold the line
You're so fine
Dead wrong
So please stop talking
Start puckering up
My ears are blank
Its the special occasions
You do it for the money
Can't go wrong with that
Explode or capsize
Provide my poet
If you're down
Tow the line
You're so fine
Dead wrong