Rock Chap
By Rod James
My birth was sudden
No more muck slumpen'
Dads Jag becomes forty six A
Now pay is cash not revenge on cup final day
the Rock - my Oasis
Full of people that built my ego
Now I work with "howa Jaysus"
Slumming it like a D-niner on a shared lie low
Mum says it'll make me stronger
So she kicked me out me and my bong oh!
Another holiday in San Moritz more like
I hope all she does is land on her tits
Rent out my room!
What'd about MY silver spoon
On dangerous ground
Rock chap will show those clowns
laughing now? not in time
Ma and Pa belong to chlortetracycline
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