about
I have a really good friend called Ben. He's a chubby Turk. He's famous in Petersfield for being a really nice guy, partying hard and working in the Kebab Shop in town. In August he decided to move to London and had a six week leaving do. Domb and I played at his leaving party and we thought it'd be nice to write a song for him. When walking back from the swimming pool, I started singing this stupid song. It's the first song I've written since the Pickled Dick glory days of "20 Quid." It's the last song I will write ever again, I promise. I'll leave it to Domb. The chorus is Ben's famous catchphrase and telephone greeting. If you get to meet Ben, make him do some fucking exercise.
We recorded it at Envy Studios in Petersfield, check them out at
envystudios.co.uk
This biography is way too long for such a stupid song. If you know Ben, share this song and then make him do some fucking exercise.
lyrics
In the centre of Petersfield, there's a little shop
At the bottom of Lavant Street, across the road and a little hop.
Look over the counter, there's a grinning guy
He'll make up your order, whilst he's still totally high.
Then he'll say...
Bang bang in your anus,
Bang bang tonight
Bang bang in your anus,
Chilli sauce and we'll do it right.
He's round and he's cuddly, like a Turkish bear
Don't go in his bedroom, spermy tissues are everywhere.
When he wants to see a movie, he'll leave his pit
Nip over to Blockbusters, swop a kebab for a comedy hit.
I'm gonna miss his bald head so much, no we won't no we won't.
credits
from
Odds n' Sods,
released September 20, 2011
Written by Jhon, made better by Domb. Lyrics by Jhon. Made better by Auto-tune.
Recorded at Envy Studios by Jack Stephens. Check 'em out at
envystudios.co.uk.
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