Security Dave Songtext
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Security Dave Songtext
Stand still, stand still
Keep watching
Stand still, stand still
Waiting for the climax
Waiting for the climax
Bickering parents lose track of their kids, flip off their lids
Flip off their lids (Flip off their lids)
Pissed off pensioners wait in line
Paying their last dime into the betting paradigm
Dave, Daz and Damo chant their cries
As a passer-by asks themselves why (Themselves why, themselves why)
Three men in their 40s tryna relive the noughties
Sat in their own piss, lets give that one a miss
Stand still, stand still
Oi mate!
Stand still, stand still
Keep an eye out, social drought what's this all about?
Keep an eye out social drought, whats this all about?
Tank Top Tommy in his Reebok jacket what a racket
The missus is vexed, he's complexed
What's up love?
You, ya mug
Pull and tug, yank the rug
It's hometime soon, can you see the moon?
(Oi, I've told you once, I've told you twice, I won't tell you again
You better leave or you're gonna get your fucking head kicked in)
But the bar closes at eleven mate
Yeah wouldn't that be fucking great
Now piss off and go home
Keep watching
Stand still, stand still
Waiting for the climax
Waiting for the climax
Bickering parents lose track of their kids, flip off their lids
Flip off their lids (Flip off their lids)
Pissed off pensioners wait in line
Paying their last dime into the betting paradigm
Dave, Daz and Damo chant their cries
As a passer-by asks themselves why (Themselves why, themselves why)
Three men in their 40s tryna relive the noughties
Sat in their own piss, lets give that one a miss
Stand still, stand still
Oi mate!
Stand still, stand still
Keep an eye out, social drought what's this all about?
Keep an eye out social drought, whats this all about?
Tank Top Tommy in his Reebok jacket what a racket
The missus is vexed, he's complexed
What's up love?
You, ya mug
Pull and tug, yank the rug
It's hometime soon, can you see the moon?
(Oi, I've told you once, I've told you twice, I won't tell you again
You better leave or you're gonna get your fucking head kicked in)
But the bar closes at eleven mate
Yeah wouldn't that be fucking great
Now piss off and go home
Writer(s): Davey Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com