You
You
My father used to say only God knows what led him to this
And only God could vindicate him from this loss
What's rocket running my friend what's rocket running yeah rocket running watch it
Only on Wednesday
Very nice
Flexing the muscles round the table
Come on
He's a fucking mug. He's a mug, mate
He's a rung and don't have it with him
All right, so it's a way down. Yeah, but it's like, you know, we grew up with him
You know I'm saying I'm saying I can't get rid of him. He's there all the time. I bad smell
He's always going around trying to sort of get kids and all that you know
I mean one of these days, mate. I'll see what he's on. I'm gonna fucking put one on him. I'll chin him
You see mix on don't talk to him. All right, just blanking won't come
Dad I tell you he's a mug. He's a fucking dongex
He died when I was too old to forget
But somewhere within he's still blossoms in this world
You
You
You
You
I've come to realize that there is no doubt that I'm my father's son
Like
I need you upstairs.
You might as well have your lunch break.
You might as well have your lunch break.
You might as well have your lunch break.
You might as well have your lunch break.
You might as well have your lunch break.
You might as well have your lunch break.
You might as well have your lunch break.
What do you think you're doing?
Excuse me, I'm talking to you.
You're late.
I lost track of time, sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm late.
You alright?
Hey, how was your day?
Not bad, I suppose.
You're missing it.
I'll stand and show you.
Do you want a drink or anything?
What did I miss?
Hey, are you okay?
What's the matter?
Maybe, what's the matter?
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step
and the thrill in risking so much for a tiny encounter.
I'm sorry, I'm late.
I'm sorry, I'm late.
I'm sorry, I'm late.
I'm sorry.
