Wobbles on Cobbles - Hak Baker

Fucking hell man

Just get’s a bit tiresome dunnit

Every now and again

It’s how I see it, it’s how I’ve seen it

So, been another tough old week on the old cobbles

Hole week is filled with peaks, troughs and wobbles

Tell you what though would be entertaining to see it through my goggles

They’ll pay millions to watch our sorrows

went back to the nick last week

Won’t see the light of day for a decade

When the pigs come there’s no charades

Cried a few tears for the old dog

I have to see my uncles last weeks decay like this

Only opens the mouth to shove all the grub in

Looking back his last years have hardly been in parade though

If only he knew how much we loved him

Been another tough week on the old cobbles

Hole week is filled with peaks, troughs and wobbles

Tell you what though would be a million pound seat for these old goggles

They’ll pay millions to watch our struggles, again and again

Guess we got to get on with our own shit man

Can’t help but still take these risks

Got a west end for a few tickets

Lads risk it all for a few quid

My mate Harron got caught with some food he got fucking nabbed with

That’s another good old lad under the hatchet

But I’m going Ire got a gig there going to have it large

I gonna see if I can grab any of their magic it’s hard

So I took a few weeks off the booze, this old habit- I got

And I felt wicked in my mind

And when I went back to it fucking hell the buffoonery, we had it

When will we learn to fucking take in these signs

But I went down Brixton on a booze cruise in my

And my mates birthday was infratech but half tragic, really

Having it large with a in the night time starts

Still with her arse though (Fucking idiots)

Been another tough week on the old cobbles

Hole week is filled with peaks, troughs and wobbles

Tell you what though I’d love a lovely seat on the house of commons

Show the pompous cunts they’re wrongons

Another, another jumped up week on the old cobbles

Plus the weather has been bloody horrible

Tell you what though I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else puzzling ain’t it

World knows there is worse off problems

Just spoke to Beaver half seven in the morning

He can’t believe the news, he’s moaning

just had a baby too, his names Courtney

Lads gotta make sure that boy is sorted

Yeah next week got caught in a cran

they’ll be all sporting

Spoke to the east end bird I’m caught in to give me a bit of peace and mind

She remind me it’s a rough only world in we caught it

Little mug pulled a chive out on me the other day too

He’s my neighbor and he knows it

Gutted as he was mugging me off in my nose bridge

In my heart I knew I could of done him

Been a fucking jumped up week on the cobbles this week

But it was nice for the clap for the NHS

Them girls and boys are in it to their necks

I wish them all me best

Fucked up week this week

gone back to jail for ages

I guess we do as we speak

And write the words for our own pages