Drayton Manored Lyrics - Sleaford Mods

No, get four 

You what? 

Yeah, I know, yeah, fuck that 

Yeah, I'll get a taxi now then, alright? yeah, tarar 

D & G 

I need a cold shower 

Spent the night at Drayton Manor 

It's alright, you get a prime seat every night 

Drip, trip, I got the horrors 

It's all bingo mate, and it's my dobbers 

Down at the house, down at the house 

With the famous grass 

Plug my phone in with a lead that fits 

Me and my mate get whiffed 

It's like flippin' heck-land 

We are the dumb Brits 

Lobbin' down one-pint cans of imported shit 

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Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars 

Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars 

Drayton Manored 

Plug my phone in, tah 

I'm fuckin' spannered 

You have that last can 

I'll put my shoes on, order me a car 

Fallin' out as it drops me off 

Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars 

Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars 

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I remember when I was 21 

Laughin' about it in clubs 

"I wonder what will happen? 

We are the guinea pigs" 

But now I realize: 

Few of us grew from guinea pigs into proper dives 

Head dives, heads like an A-level leaving party 

I woke up in the pool with my boxer shorts covered in a stool 

Grey fog of the rush-hour, I get its tail end 

Dodgin' the bloke at the natural food shop 

En route to my bed, a lonely bed 

Dressed in sweat, dressed in regret 

Dressed in the feelin' that I ain't ready 

I ain't got the balls to make my beddy 

Oh dear (oh dear) 

Drayton Manored 

Plug my phone in, tah 

I'm fuckin' spannered 

You have that last can 

I'll put my shoes on, order me a car 

Fallin' out as it drops me off 

Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars 

Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars 

Hiding all the nub-ends behind the garden shed 

And lookin' out for next door, in case they're watchin' me 

I don't like it: don't say two words to you 

Then peer out their windows with a fuckin' video recorder 

Sign of the times 

Human beings are now adjacent lines 

Like a tube map, or whatever 

A mass of lines that occasionally cross each other 

But never say anything 

Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever 

Have you ever wondered why you wonder why? 

Have you ever wondered why you wonder why? 

Have you ever wondered why you wonder why? 

Have you ever wondered why you wonder why? 

Drayton Manored 

Plug my phone in, tah 

I'm fuckin' spannered 

You have that last can 

I'll put my shoes on, order me a car 

Fallin' out as it drops me off 

Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars 

Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars 

Drayton Manored 

Plug my phone in, tah 

I'm fuckin' spannered 

You have that last can 

I'll put my shoes on, order me a car 

Fallin' out as it drops me off 

Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars 

Trip to Spar is like a trip to Mars