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Some twunt said I wasn't punk enough Am I not dirty filthy stinkin fucking drunk enough? I guess I'm gonna have to learn to suck it up All on my Pat Malone I'm more skinhead than you (oi-oi-oi) Me boots were made in Eng-ur-land, I did me own tattoos I'd show 'em to ya here but they would prolly start a blue I'm more skinhead than you My blood's greener than yours My neighbours sisters boyfriend used to roadie for The Corrs Though it's been eight generations since we kissed Old Erins shores My bloods greener than yours Some twunt said I wasn't punk enough Am I not dirty filthy stinkin fucking drunk enough? I swear this shit is real, I couldn't make it up Some twunt said I wasn't punk enough Am I not dirty filthy stinkin fucking drunk enough? You tell me there's no rules and I'll still fuck it up But how? I'll never know You new skool punx gimme the shits (1-2-3-4) I was into Green Day when you were only kids SongtexteAnd me old man says that song o' theirs was written by the skids You new skool punx gimme the shits I'm a bigger greaser by far Though my psyco/punka/rockabilly girlfriends got the car 'Cause she needs it where she's working at that topless titty-bar To pay of the photographer who took them pinup snaps of her And cupcakes! what the fucks with cupcakes? I think I made a mistake by lending her my car There's cupcakes comin' out her arse, they drive me round the bend There's cupcakes for her ditzy-dozy polka dotted friends There's cupcakes made of wax, but you can't eat 'em, they're for show For show to who? I'll never ever know, I'll never ever know... Aus Songtexte Mania