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You Could Get Hit by a Bus Tomorrow
The Lancashire Hotpots
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Well the powers that be, are getting to me
They're telling me how I should behave
Don't drink so much, no, you can't eat that
Everything I enjoy takes me closer to the grave
Well I don't hold for all this gubbins
I'm gonna tell you how to live
Here's my advice, just don't think twice
If it feels reet good, then it probably is
You can eat what you like
You can drink what you like
You can even have a ciggie at a push
Don't let them tell you what to do
Phone for another pizza, and gerrit down yer mush, (because)
Life's too short to worry yourself
Don't live your life in sorrow
You can have another drink, it wont do you any harm
You could get hit by a bus tomorrow
When I read how much I should drink every week
It gives me a terrible fright
21 units in seven days?
I drink that each and every night!
Forget about yer guidelines, drink what you want
It won't kill you, its only ruddy beer
I get through more units in a day
Than the bloke on the till at Ikea
You can eat what you like
You can drink what you like
You can even have a ciggie at a push
Don't let them tell you what to do
Phone for another pizza, and gerrit down yer mush, (because)
Life's too short to worry yourself
Don't live your life in sorrow
You can have another drink, it won't do you any harm
You could get hit by a bus tomorrow
Have you seen these labels they're putting on your food
It really beggars belief
If you polish off a pipe of Pringles by yourself
You'll get told off by Gillian McKeith
They put traffic lights on what I buy from the shops
I see 'em on me food every night
They say you should be eating 'Green For Go'
I say, if it tastes good, run a red light!
You can eat what you like
You can drink what you like
You can even have a ciggie at a push
Don't let them tell you what to do
Phone for another pizza, and gerrit down yer mush, (because)
Life's too short to worry yourself
Don't live your life in sorrow
You can have another drink, it won't do you any harm
You could get hit by a bus tomorrow
Well I've got no savings
I've not no pension
The government's got me on me knees
I've given all my money to just two men
They're called Joseph Holts and John Willie Lees
But I'm not thinking too far ahead
Who knows what the future's got in store
I'll have no money for me ale next week
But I have tonight, so I'll have one more!
You can eat what you like
You can drink what you like
You can even have a ciggie at a push
Don't let them tell you what to do
Phone for another pizza, and gerrit down yer mush, (because)
Life's too short to worry yourself
Don't live your life in sorrow
You can have another drink, and another ruddy drink
You could get hit by a bus tomorrow
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