In the canteen, I see your little crew   Thinking you rule, rule the hunger queue   I think what to do, while you push through   I know just what I’ll do, I’ll write a song about you      If you think, you got off light         With words like that, coming outta ya gob,   I turned and said, said to my good mate rob,   With a clothes just like that, he seemed like a total prat   So i turned to my mate rob, and said         With a Face just like that, see you from a mile away   I thought id come back, come back down and say   "how many pies you get through a day?"   "how many people come and say.." "oi fatty!"      Walking down the road I see   you munching on a KFC   Getting a bus (too lazy to walk?)   Using your hands (No time for forks?)      With a fag in your hand, and a knife in pocket   All your gonna go is pentonville   While im playing live on stage   I see you at the back   Dealing out smack geting caught in the act      Walking down the road I see   you munching on a KFC   Getting a bus (too lazy to walk?)   Using your hands (No time for forks?)