TrampInaTux

Three kids hoods up in the sun/
looking for trouble, looking for fun/
On the streets terrorising homes/
they film it all on their mobile phones/
They buy a few cans in the off license/
using a fake drivers license/
they get drunk and end up on the roadside/
giving dirty looks to passers by...

Now isn't it funny? Isn't it strange/
that these kids are allowed to own these lanes/
you want to stop em? Wouldn't you just/
If you dare to touch em then you'll get bust/
I've seen em talking-they know, you know/
that they can do all this and you have to let it go/
they need a good slap to sort em out/
Next thing you know cops are round your house/
Putting you in a cell for GBH/

Now isn't it funny? Isn't it strange/
That these kids are allowed to own these lanes/
You want to slap em? Wouldn't you just/
If you dare to touch em then you'll get bust/
They think it's funny, they think they're hard/
buying loads of sh*t with your credit card/
they think they're untouchable/
they think they're correct/
next thing you know you're 20 grand in debt/


Now isn't it funny? Isn't it strange/
that these kids are allowed to own these lanes/
You want to slap em? Wouldn't you just/
If you dare to touch em then you'll get bust/

Sort them out love. they're your kids
tell them off for the stupid sh*t that they did/
cos right now they don't know the right from the wrong/
in 10 years they'll be downtown all hooked to a bong/
They got the bad gene-they got it from their Dad/
They follow in his footsteps-a real Jack the lad/
but he's left now and they take their anger out on you/
but you can't let it happen-look what they're putting you through/

you've hit em, you've beat em, now what do you do?/

Well I tell you love, they learn it all.... from you.





This is going to be a series of songs hopefully, all based around my time living in an estate. I know that some people who have or still do live in an estate will be able to connect with these songs.