Growing up with the gangsters, it always did it for you
Your mum and dad was in prison
But none of that was true
Lived on the streets since you were sixteen
You had a habit with glue
You fell in love with the dark side
But none of that was true
You knew The Clash, you knew the Pistols
You spent some time with The Who
You didn't eat for weeks once
We both know it's not true
You've got a working class accent
Your family's Tory blue
Your bank accounts always empty
And one of these is true
You found your clothes in a skip, ha ha
You lost your mind, but you knew
Your daddy, was a police man
He never had a clue
Robbing cars for a living
You said you had to do
You're always, lie, lie, lying
Cos all of this is true
Here they come with the ups and downs
One more time for the wrong way rounds
Here they come with the ups and downs
One more time for the wrong way rounds
Here they come with the ups and downs
One more time for the wrong way rounds
Here they come with the ups and downs
One more time for the wrong way rounds
I need a bottle of JD
A gram of your finest Peruvian Flake
Some pure MDMA
And a nice bag of Sinsemilla
Can you sort this please for me officer
I'm sure that you can
You earn your stripes the wrong way
In any way you can
You earn your stripes the wrong way
In any way you can
Here they come with the ups and downs
One more time for the wrong way rounds
Here they come with the ups and downs
One more time for the wrong way rounds
Here they come with the ups and downs
One more time for the wrong way rounds
Here they come with the ups and downs
One more time for the wrong way rounds
Here they come, here they come
One more time, one more time, one more time
One more time
One more time
Yeah, yeah
Here they come with the ups and downs
One more time for the wrong way rounds
Here they come with the ups and downs
One more time for the wrong way rounds
Here they come with the ups and downs
One more time for the wrong way rounds
Here they come with the ups and downs
One more time for the wrong way rounds