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Apr 2015
send the yeah mate yeah kids to bed, 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4


you see i am a man with a smoke and i am angry

and i am sending the yeah mate yeah kids to bed

they have to clean their teeth and have a shower and shave

and then hop into bed like two non heavy metal likers that they are

you see i am a hooligan sitting on my chair ya know rocking and smoking away

i am liked by all except my family

so i ,are them two scared to sit with me

and it ****** well worked, and now i can

watch my megadeth concerts and watch my youtube and watch my late screening of prisoner

watch women stripping off to their bare essentials, yeah i am cool

i can go out with my mates and throw beer cans on school rooves

and i am getting itchy toes, but it doesn’t matter because

i am sending you yeah mate yeah kids to your little beds

i yell you run it’s the only way to be, you see you f..n wet me with the hose

when i was being an adult you flaming see

i am not going to harm any kid, that is not what i am doing

i don’t like old army men saying, they know better

so i put my megadeth t shirt on and i will f..n scare you

because music is way better to reform

so, you old timer, get off ya chair and move around, and i want to see your old man, no more

woosey woosey woosey woosey

i am a big punkman, to play cool for yeah mate yeah kids, oh yeah
Written by
johnny georgy brown
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