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I didn’t mean what I said
When I called you what I did
I was drunk
And I thought it would be funny
I didn’t mean
What I said
When I called you what I did
I was drunk
Now I'm sober, and I'm sorry
That’s the way that the cookie crumbles,
That’s the way the story goes
I don’t come with filters,
I call a spade a fuckin' shovel
That’s the way that the cookie crumbles,
hat’s the way the shit winds blow
Still, it's better than a smack in the pus
and it's better than a boot in the baws
I didn’t mean what I said
When I sent that text message
But when I'm drunk
Well I think, I'm really funny
I didn’t mean
What I said
And I was sittin' next to your best friend
But I'd had six pints
And a bottle eh Bucky
I didn’t mean what I said
Wish I'd went to my fuckin' bed
But I was drunk
And someone handed me a doobie
I didn’t mean what I said
When I cracked that joke I did
I was drunk
Now I'm sorry, please forgive me.
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Dirty Little Secrets
04:19
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A little bit of what you want
A little bit of what you need
You all got a dirty little secret
Whatever gets you through the week
Is it dwarves in fishnets and pigtails?
Is it fat trannys and blow?
Baby, I can keep your secret
Nobody will ever know
Whatever your heart desires…..rack it up, shoot 'em down
Rack it up shoot 'em down
A little bit of recreation
You know you're worth it after all
A little white line of a weekend
Reward for that bawache and toil
A world of seduction awaits you
Satisfaction's just a click away…..
You can resist everything but temptation
And regret it all on Monday…
A walk in the Garden of Eden
A taste of the forbidden fruit
You got 48 hours of freedom
before the man got a hold of you
So if it's sleazy and nasty
Or just sex 'n' drugs 'n' rock 'n' roll
Remember I can keep a secret
Nobody will ever know…
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When I met you I was drinking daily
Now its only the six days a week
When I met you I was in the gutter
Now I'm nearly right back on my feet
When I met you I was pretty broken
Now I reckon that I'm nearly fixed
When I met you I was mostly gurning
Now I'm grinning like an idiot
And things are getting better,
A little bit at a time
Things are getting better,
So let me see that smile
When I met you I was such a jaikbaw
Now I'm pure respectable 'n class
Used to swig my wine out of the bottle
Now I sip that Bucky from a glass
When I met you I was really couthy
Effing and c-ing all the time
Now I'm mostly quoting philosophy
And reimagining my paradigm
And things are are getting better,
A little bit at a time
Things are getting better,
So let me see that smile
Things are getting better,
There's sun shining through the clouds
Things are getting better,
Ever since you’ve been around
When I met you I was pretty lonely
Now I got pure hunners of new pals
Used to lie and stare at the ceiling
But now I'm pure looking to the stars
Never used to look after ma body
But the other day I even ate some fruit
Used to hate waking in the morning
Now I'd take on the world if I could
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We’ve waited so long for this
Twenty years and more
Your hearts were on your jerseys as the piper marched you out into the fold
For a shot at glory
Our chances stand or fall
We never stopped believing
We suffered with you, we kicked every ball
Belgrade’s a long way from home
From the cities and the towns where you were born
Your bravery got just what it deserved
And you know that we’ll follow you ever more
Go and fight for your flag on the hallowed turf at Hampden
Take it with you to Wembley-oh-oh-oh
From the Forth to the Clydeside, you shall return a hero
You’re in our hearts, you’ll never roam alone.
On that November evening, you were the stuff of dreams
You fought them hard and well, wae a fire the like we have never seen
You’ll be remembered, as those before have been
Like King Kenny before you
James McFadden, Dave Narey and Jock Stein
Belgrade’s a long way from home
From the cities and the towns where you were born
Your bravery got just what it deserved
And you know that we’ll follow you ever more
Well you fought for your flag from the plains of old Espana
To the mountains of Mexico
From the Forth to the Clydeside, you shall return a hero
You’re in our hearts, you’ll never roam alone.
Belgrade’s a long way from home
From the cities and the towns where you were born
And your bravery got just what it deserved
You know that we’ll follow you ever more
So go and fight for your flag on the hallowed turf at Hampden
Take it with you to Wembley-oh-oh-oh
From the Forth to the Clydeside, you shall return a hero
You’re in our hearts, you’ll never roam alone.
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thankyougoodnight
04:04
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We telt ya.
Y’wouldnae listen.
Did you think that we were
only messin’?
We telt ya
smell the bacon:
wake up, Great Britain,
the guillotine’s waiting.
We had our doubts, yeah.
Now we’re certain.
Scotland is dawning
but for you it’s curtains.
We’ll watch you sleepwalk to your grave
a senile old Frankenstein
drooling in waves.
We telt ya
get a grip;
we’re no wi’ ye oan yer
right wing death trip
wi’ yer tories
and yer racists.
You thought that we Jocks
didnae ken what our place is.
Ha!
Well who’s laughing now
as you leave Hamlyn town,
yer pied piper a mop-topped clown?
We telt ya.
Y’wouldnae listen.
You thought that you're all aff tae
true blue heaven.
We telt ya
if y’ gang doon that path
you’ll be deid in a ditch
chasing Nigel’s mirage.
So long.
Farewell.
Yer Rule Britannia’s sailing
straight to Hell.
Cheerio.
Smell y’ later.
The palace yer planning’s made
ootie newspaper.
Arrivederci
or plain goodbye
now we’ve made 58
ootie 45.
D’y’ hear that?
That’s right:
the fat lady’s singing
it’s thankyou goodnight.
Yeah, who’s laughing now
as you leave Hamlyn town,
yer pied piper a mop-topped clown?
So long.
Farewell.
Yer Rule Britannia’s sailing
straight to Hell.
Cheerio.
Smell y’ later.
The palace yer planning’s made
ootie newspaper.
Arrividerci
or plain goodbye
now we’ve made 58
ootie 45.
D’y’ hear that?
That’s right.
Cos frankly we’re aw had
enough of yer shite.
Thankyou for nothing,
Great Britain, goodnight.
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Rudebeard Scotland, UK
Formed at the end of 2018, Rudebeard specialise in energetic, sweaty, sweary, usually loud & occasionally thoughtful ska-
punk, fast ska, slow ska, ska that’s not really ska and one attempted Scottish fitba anthem cos why no?
Two years, five EPs & one pandemic later we have accrued a back catalogue larger than you should reasonably expect & we herein present it to you for your aural delectation.
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