Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit   Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar   Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with the card   Good call   What's the crack, what's the damage done today   From the commons to the common a banana skin away   Throw it up, throw it out   Chuck a nightmare dart   Quiet   Compere on the mic turns turning to the court   Putting beef vol-au-vents across the Union Jack   Bolinger and Bitter says the colonies are back   Chorus: Hear ya, I can't hear ya, I can't hear ya, I can't hear ya   Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit   You think you're god's gift   You're a liar   I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire, fire   (Repeat chorus)   Up your ronson   Take a tab   With a flash of Zippo light   Through the hip parade passing to the Polaroids right   The manic little rebel got a bottle in his hand   A rhyming manifesto and a butty from his mam   Local lad made bad with cowboy charm   Said he doesn't really mean every screw-'em-all barb   Pass the mic   Karaoke for the yesteryear stars   Time to weep into your beer 'til the fireworks start   (Repeat Chorus)   You think you're god's gift   You're a liar   I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire, fire   (Repeat chorus)