Original Pirate Material lyrics

A new day another morning after leaning back on my chair in a greasy spoon cafeteria
Last night was some beer lairyness done our way,
but again were back in the light of day.
Chatting shit sitting at the wall table, telling jokes playing with the salt,
looking out the window,
girl brings 2 plates of full English over with plenty of scrambled eggs and plenty of fried tomato.

Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
if their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense

Out the club about three, to the take-away
The shit-in-a-tray merchants,
shops got special perchant for the disorderly

Has it come to this
oh werh-werh-werh

Original pirate material
You're listenin' to the streets
Lock down your aerial

Has it come to this
oh werh-werh-werh

Original pirate material
You're listenin to the streets
Lock down your aerial

Make yourself at home
We got Diesel
Or some of that home grown
Sit back in your throne
Turn off your phone
Cos this is our zone

She said 'Meet me at the gates at eight
'Leave now, don't be late'
She said one day she'd walk away
'Cause I was always late
Thought things were okay
Didn't care though anyway
Say 'Sorry, babe, I had to meet a mate'
Tempting fate
We first met through a shared view
She loved me and I did too
It's now seven-fifty
Getting ready, better be nifty
Do my hair quickly
Step out, it's cloudy

This ain't the down, it's the upbeat
Make it complete
So what's the story?
Guaranteed accuracy, enhanced CD
Latest technology, darts at Treble 2

Yeah, street level
Oi oi yeah, that's it..
Right there
Round here nothing seems to change
At street level
Same old thing every day
That's it that's it that's it
Just gets played and re-played in different ways
Yeah oi tunes heavy
At street level
That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oi oi right there

Who's round is it?
Down that beer quick smash my glass back down fall over the table

Sharp darts spitting masters
Spitting darts faster
Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger
I'll reign superior
The pressure blows the dial on your barometer
Do you understand ?
Or do you need an interpreter ?
Now my style is distinguished
All fires are extinguished
Ask yer girl to sing and she'll sing this
I'm a scientist
Have no prejudice, that's my hypothesis

Cos this world swallows souls and when the blues unfold it gets cold
silence burns holes. you're going mad
perhaps you always were, but when things was good you just didn't care
This is called irony - when you most need to get up you got no energy
Time and time shit'll happen, the dark shit's unwrapping but no-one's listening

Allo, Allo, my names Terry and i'm a law abider.
Theres nothing i like more than getting fired up on beer,
and when the weekends here,
i exercise my right to get paraletic and fight.
Good bloke fairly.
But i get well lairy when geezers look at me funny,
bouncin' 'round like bunnies.
I'm likely to cause mischief,
good clean grief, you must believe
and i aint no thief.

Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder
but where were you that cold December
cos we were in the Grasshopper spending guilders
Central Station, charged up like Scarface
Amsterdam aint a nice place off your face,
we enter the race
Walk down, been there before done that,
no joy, if youre bored, lets go see Roy,
get fucked up with the boys

That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away
Cos they're sensing what I say
I'm 45th generation Roman
But I don't know 'em
Or care when I'm spitting
So return to your sitting position and listen
It's fitting
I'm miles ahead and they chase me
Show your face on TV, then we'll see
You can't do half, my crew laughs
At your rhubarb and custard verses
Your rain down curses but I'm waving,

It's who dares wins in the city
Sit pretty
Locked On not Tripoli
Get dressed for the party
As i spit simile after simile

Got the latest Nikes on my feet
The streets merely reflect this bass line and beat
Lock on to 1

Oi oi oi Lee Satchell you bastard
Stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers
Mine's a Kronenberg mate
The streets

Who got the funk?

Geezers geezers geezers
Who got the funk?
Original pirate material
Day in the life of a geezer
Crispy, rascal, england glory
Unique, locked on, andy lewis

All Birmingham geezers
All London heads
Barnet, Brixton, Beckenham
You're listening to the streets

Turn left up the street
Nothing but grey concrete and dead beats
Grab something to eat
Maccy D's or KFC
Only one choice in the city
Done voice in my pity now lets get to the nitty gritty
Tune reminds me of my first e
Like unique still sixteen and feelin horny
Point to the sky feel free
A sea of people all equal smiles in front and behind me