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Cock Sparrer Running Riot In 84

you got a chip on your shoulder A chip on your shoulder I'm gonna shout gonna scream don't wanna job too soon I wanna fight on a Saturday afternoon Runnin' riot

Well you won't hear us on the radio or Top Of The Pops 'Cos we're blanked And I wonder what is that we've done Oh he was only having some fun What went

When I was young those stories took me in Of G.I.Joe the comic macho man They mean murder they mean murder Disguised as fairytales The hero never fails

I am a product of the sixth degree Don't you wish that you were me I go for a walk and then I watch TV 'Til it's time to have my tea I watch all the

We got Reds under the bed We got lovely's nude and tanned We got the wife of a mass murderer And we only paid her ten grand We got Samantha Fox we got