Baby Food lyrics

Artist  : Abdoujaparov 
Song : Baby Food



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 We were living down the tip, you were working for
the gas  
I was working for the M.O.D.  
Bargain buckets for our breakfast  
Pretty preachers for our lunch  
And Jason Donovan for our tea  
 
 
You had a biker chick, I had a lunatic  
When  the ceiling tumbled down on our beds  
And we told it down the Schooner  
Where the punk rockers lived  
Amongst the blue rinse tory heads  
 
La-La-La-La-La  
La-La-La-La-La  
 
There was a bad mod rocker, in skinhead mocassins
 
Ready for a killing spree  
With his four sad mates selling racial hate  
And he wants to beat the crap out of me  
 
 
You were out of the door when the bottle hit my
jaw  
And the losers set about on me  
When I caught you up there was no sign of blood  
Was I bleeding internally?  
 
 
La-La-La-La-La  
La-La-La-La-La  
 
 
There was a thin black nurse with a king size
needle  
And she wants to take the piss out of me  
With another standing by her with a shiny pair of
plyers  
In case of an emergency  
 
 
I was wired up you see  
No Bargain Buckets for my tea  
And when my jaw bone healed  
It was baby food for me