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Mountains Of Bling
(Original song: Sultains Of Swing by Dire Straights)
You get an ASBO from the court
From the catfight that you fought but meantime
Down at the offie you’re drunk but hold all the sick in
Your boyfriend’s brawling, he’s just done time
You feel relieved when you hear your mobile ring
You step outside but you know everyone of the faces
Wearing bling, heavy rings on every Chav in town
Too much in-breeding in the same places
Back seats of the Nova’s are nice and warm
In a side street, in a side street Canning Town
You check out crackhead Dave he’s at all the raves
He’s strictly Pringle he’s larging it with his thick gold chains
See his Burberry cap there in the smoky haze
Looking like a pratt who’s got no brains
And Vicky doesn’t mind if she doesn’t dig the scene
She’s got a stripping job she’s does at night
She’s can play the system just like anyone
Vick gets the dole and does alright
She got mountains, she’s got mountains of bling
And a crowd of drunk Chavs are tearing around the town centre
ln hoodies, white trackies and Argos bling
The girls are mingers and they give the finger, just like so
It’s what they think is really cool
They’ve got cartons, they’ve got cartons of Stella
And then Big Dave he cops a feel of his girlfriend
Blonde extensions and a knock-off Burberry coat
Tonight she’ll find she’s pregnant once again
It won’t be the last cos here’s the thing
They’ve got mountains, they’ve got mountains of bling
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