Chumbawamba - Snip Snip Snip lyrics
[Chumbawamba - Snip Snip Snip lyrics]
Well madam how'd you like it
Maybe plenty off the back? I
Heard the coiners took the scissor
To the Union Jack, with
A snipper and a clipper and a
Bloody close shave making fivers
Tenners, twenties, change what's your size?
What's the hours? No
You don't need the hassle take
The new short cut to
The old clippy castle with
The ramblers and the
Scramblers and the loiners and the
Tykes and the punks
And the hippies living over by the pike
Pick a coin, any coin
And with a snip snip snip you turn a
Portuguese guinea to a threepenny bit and
Every last watermark just curled up and died
And now the king and the queen
Got a bit on the side don't be bloody silly
Keep away from bloody Billy
Cause he's shopping
All the chopping going down along the valley
And supergrassing catches like a plague
To be sure, but it's nothing that a bullet
In the belly couldn't cure
Please to put a penny in the young man's
Hat, then roll 'em over, roll 'em over, lay
'em out flat! Just deliver
Us kicking from our
Pokes and sacks to the hills of Hebden
Hell and Halifax, and the next bugger
Blabs is the next bugger dies
Got a flame for
Your pants and a poker for your eyes where
Every hot guinea is another hot dinner
With the reverends and the sinners and
The weavers and the spinners
Maybe plenty off the back? I
Heard the coiners took the scissor
To the Union Jack, with
A snipper and a clipper and a
Bloody close shave making fivers
Tenners, twenties, change what's your size?
What's the hours? No
You don't need the hassle take
The new short cut to
The old clippy castle with
The ramblers and the
Scramblers and the loiners and the
Tykes and the punks
And the hippies living over by the pike
Pick a coin, any coin
And with a snip snip snip you turn a
Portuguese guinea to a threepenny bit and
Every last watermark just curled up and died
And now the king and the queen
Got a bit on the side don't be bloody silly
Keep away from bloody Billy
Cause he's shopping
All the chopping going down along the valley
And supergrassing catches like a plague
To be sure, but it's nothing that a bullet
In the belly couldn't cure
Please to put a penny in the young man's
Hat, then roll 'em over, roll 'em over, lay
'em out flat! Just deliver
Us kicking from our
Pokes and sacks to the hills of Hebden
Hell and Halifax, and the next bugger
Blabs is the next bugger dies
Got a flame for
Your pants and a poker for your eyes where
Every hot guinea is another hot dinner
With the reverends and the sinners and
The weavers and the spinners