Broadcast Rap
(whoo)
I can't rap 'cos I'm white not black,
I ain't got rhythm man I'm just whack,
But I'm gonna do this anyway,
'Cos I'm bored at home and Kieran's gay,
We play scrabble to pass the time,
But I can't spell I can only rhyme,
I'm in Leicester I do Broadcast Tech,
But at night it's the mike I wreck.
Yeah, I'll probably see you round,
It's the Final Countdown.
I'm rapping, I'm catflap zapping,
It's crap, thats how it's shapping,
Shaping is what I meant,
But I didn't say it cos it didn't rhyme,
You're mum called, she says you're bent,
Some bloke said your ass is for rent,
It's sick sick sick sick sick,
Oh, I ran out of lyrics.
Even so this is the new sound
Yeah, It's the Final Countdown
I've got long hair, I know it's not cool,
But it's much better than looking like you,
With your small f-f-f-face and you're big nose,
It's not your fault thats how it grows,
You stink too, did I mention that,
And, oh yeah, your girlfriends fat,
Damn straight, she's a hell of a weight,
Was she that big on the first date?
Theres hope though, you still might drown
It's the Final Countdown
(Whoo)