Docklands.

Shiny, shiny, Armani suit

Neat, neat, neat,

 20 stone body builder circling around an unconscious man

Tied to a seat, seat, seat,

Private deserted London warehouse

In the muggy night time heat,

A hard slap and a bucket of water,

Then two rivals finally meet,

“You little slag; you try to steal my business

Now your life ain’t so sweet,”

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Charlie Blagger

Charlie you stupid slag
I told you not to open the bag
£20 notes drifting through the air Floating around every where

Raining on the people down below
They think its Christmas
It's better than snow

Oh why did I turn to a life of crime
Wasted so much of my life doing time,

Charlie quickly close the bag
The winds to strong you stupid slag,

Quic...

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