When the mug that you drank from don't work no more
And the pages you soaked your ink with ain't as strong as the sword
I bet you've never seen a raver flying faster than his dreams
He can bounce around like space jam bursting straight straight out of his jeans
No time at the bar just time in the park it seems
Stevie G at the bus stop there's a bag chips all over the floor
Is he waiting to score?
Living in an old launderette and doing what he feels
Doing backflips and getting change he ain't got feet he's only got wheels
Living in an old launderette
Stevie G at the bus stop soggy bag of chips all over the floor
Is he waiting to score?
I should of slapped you round the face checked your pulse for a beat
Picked your soggy bag of chips up got you something to eat.
Hug and pat you on the back poured your brew into a cup filled with endless hope and love of coming out on top.
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