DESCRIPTION:
Get Smart

Drink my Bovril wiv me Dad and Mum  
Queuing for the bus I grab a fit sort's bum  
Next to John Simons, clock some Tonik strides  
Made to measure blazer and a shirt and tie  

quarter inch braces hold me trousers high
my 8 eye Hawkins proper straight lace tied  
Only drink lager where the birds are fit  
Don't come round here if you dress like shit  

GET SMART!  GET SMART!(oi! oi!) 

Off to the battle for a drink with the gang  
Lager's run out, so mine's an ale, same again  
Clock a scruffy cunt thinking that he's flash  
Who said he could come out on the lash?

He's chatting up the birds, so we get stuck in  
To let him out alive would be a fucking sin  
Boots rain down on the fooking poof  
Chalk it all up to exuberance of yoof!