The Streets - Geezers Need Excitement lyrics

Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide 'em this
They incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide 'em this
They incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense

Out the club about three, to the takeaway
The shit-in-a tray merchants
Shop's got special perchant
For the disorderly
Geezers looking ordinary and a
Few looking lairy
Chips fly around to the sound
Of the latest chart entry
An incendiary, waiting to blast
No harm with a contest who
Can throw the furthest
Behind the counter they look nervous
But carry on cutting the
Finest cuts of chicken
From the big spinning stick
Then over flies a chip
Flips and hit's you on the back
You spin 'round on the attack
"Fuck you playin' at?"
He looks like a Cheshire cat
Almost falls down
Your frowns and Superman eye
Lasers don't even register
By now, you wanna level this twat
And forever you're gonna regret that
Your choice of path so mash his head up and
Your girl's now fed up
But stop to think and it's never going
To be the Jackie Chan scene
It could've been to end up

Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide 'em this
They incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide 'em this
They incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense

So you owe someone money subbin' scunny
Best pay me, Billy, "No worries"
One-fifty on Sunday, then in some way
That turns into Wednesday
Then goes straight to pay on a
Hazy evening in the local bar-café
What a way, what a way
Just to recap for those at the back
This is everyday tit-for tat
You owe your dealer and can't
Pay him back fee suddenly, he's the baddy
So you tell your mates you
Could have him anyway, to look geez
But he's a shady fuck, Bimmer three series
Lock, stock and two fat fucks backin' him up
Can't convey enough of his desire
For the paper stuff in a blunt fashion
Billy's angry with a passion
So please, just accept it ain't happenin'
And go back to your runnings
'Cause you might get yourself in
Trouble one of these days

Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide 'em this
They incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide 'em this
They incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense

Get a hold of this bird
After pub closing hours
Would your girl like this? No
Don't think so somehow in the winter showers
But she'll never know and your
Face will never show shit
This is how goes it, besides
She was well fit, and who could resist?
Move up to the next place
A smooth club to flex bass
Beats, and your best mates
All down, nice sound, Smirnoff Ice rounds
MCs clowning, rudeboys frowning
Everything's sweet, everything's tucked in
And 'round here, we're all downing
But all of a sudden though
Just through the smoke
It's your bird laughing and
Joking with a bloke
Ain't just that either, as she moves closer
In a shape what looks like they're lovers
He's tonguing her
All rage sweeps up through your torso
You're more so ready to go over
And show him who's man football fan style
Leave it in the can for awhile
'Cause even as they smile
He's still got choices
Don't listen to them voices
That at the end of the day
You may just have caused this
So leave the forces

Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide 'em this
They incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide 'em this
They incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense