All that Malarkey
Hey what’s all that malarkey?
Ducking, diving, para gliding
Bobbing, weaving, wheelin’ and dealin’
I can’t keep up with it all, take a fall
Stand tall when it comes to the crunch
No such thing as a free lunch in my book
What the fuck? Hells bells, all them smells
Like weed and fags and plastic bags
with dog shit in, ok let’s recycle the bins
If you know what’s good, don’t wear a hood
No one knows where everything goes, or cares,
or gives a toss, about candy floss
at the fairground stall, get rid of it all
Don’t take no shit, confront it!
Don’t try and be a know all smarty
Did you even listen?
What’s all that malarkey?
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