I am a Buddha, a bruiser, the King of all Kings.
And I'm drinking to forget the feelings that a hangover brings.
All the ladies love the brown man in the hottest of things.
So come on.

In a place called London, a brain dysfunctions,
The chalk of a life of missed line punch lines.
At half nine, I was feeling fine,
But now it's past time I'm like the scene of a crime.
I asked myself, 'What will it be?'
Another three or five pints before I reach insanity.
Already lost ability to see clearly.
I saw my nuts out flying freely.
Beers got a hold of me like I'm in the north sea,
On nothing but a dinghy that's sinking.
I'm thinking this gin I'm drinking,
Will cause amnesia in the morning.
This means it's OK to slap arse,
Humiliate people, walk with rats arse.
A packet of cigs now,
Will always pass,
?????

Cos I left my friends in the middle of a night club at a quarter past three,
I walked for seven miles just trying to find an empty taxi,
D'ya know, I was robbed of all my money and my identity, so come on.

Been on the bed here for days,
The world is a haze,
Imagining your girl take it ten different ways,
Slide on my face if the toilet floor's wet,
Sleeping on the mat of my mammas door step.
Lately, all my friends hate me,
I'm aching like my bones are breaking,
If you see me girls, I'll always be smiling,
Cos in my mind you're slowly undressing.
I'm disputing, jacking and bruising,
Never hesitating to get the brews in,
Like an alcoholic, I'm down from tits,
So paralytic I chat up dustbins,
???? is through the gate,
I don't want to have to masturbate,
Way off in space, I lost all taste,
Getting chased by females that don't have a face.

When I got home I found my best friend and my girlfriend alone,
They'd shagged for hours and hours whilst I was left for dead on the floor.
I had to punch myself to wake me from this horrible dream, so come on.

I am a Buddha, a bruiser, the King of all Kings.
And I'm drinking to forget the feelings that a hangover brings.
All the ladies love the brown man in the hottest of things.
So come on.
Come on.
Come on.


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    General CommentI am a Buddha, a bruiser, the King of all Kings.
    And I'm drinking to forget the feelings that a hangover brings.
    All the ladies love the brown man in the ?????? of things
    So come on.

    In a place called London, a brain dysfunctions,
    The chalk of a life of missed line punch lines.
    At half nine, I was feeling fine,
    But now it's past time I'm like the scene of a crime.
    I asked myself, 'What will it be?'
    Another three or five pints before I reach insanity.
    Already lost ability to see clearly.
    I saw my nuts out flying freely.
    Beers got a hold of me like I'm in the north sea,
    on nothing but a dingy that's sinking.
    I'm thinking this gin I'm drinking,
    Will cause amnesia in the morning.
    This means it's OK to slap arse,
    Humiliate people, walk with rats arse,
    A packet of cigs now,
    will always pass,
    ???

    Cos I left my friends in the middle of a night club at a quarter past three,
    I walked for seven miles just trying to find an empty taxi,
    D'ya know, I was robbed of all my money and my identity, so come on.

    Been on the bed here for days,
    The world is a haze,
    Imagining your girl take it ten different ways,
    Slide on my face if the toilet floor's wet,
    Sleeping on the mat of my mammas door step.
    Lately, all my friends hate me,
    I'm aching like my bones are breaking,
    If you see me girls, I'll always be smiling,
    Cos in my mind you're slowly undressing.
    I'm just ????? jacking and bruising,
    Never hesitating to get the brews in,
    Like an alcoholic, I'm down from tits,
    So paralytic I chat up dustbins,
    ???? is through the gate,
    I don't want to have to masturbate,
    Way off in space, I've lost all taste,
    Getting chased by females that don't have a face.

    When I got home I found my best friend and my girlfriend alone,
    They'd shagged for hours and hours whilst I was left for dead on the floor.
    I had to punch myself to wake me from this horrible dream, so come on.

    I am a Buddha, a bruiser, the King of all Kings.
    And I'm drinking to forget the feelings that a hangover brings.
    All the ladies love the brown man in the ???? of things.
    So come on.
    Come on.
    Come on.

    Have Made a few corrections but there is a bit where they sing over each other and it is so hard to hear.
    lemons84on June 09, 2009   Link
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    General Comment"All the ladies love the brown man in the ?????? of things"
    I'm almost sure they sing "hottest of things".

    "I'm just ????? jacking and bruising,", maybe "I'm disputing, jacking and bruising" ?
    TheStronzoon June 22, 2009   Link

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