Internude from Bad Transmission by Bad Transmission
Tracklist
4. | Internude | 5:02 |
Lyrics
It's that, friendly rapping belly laughing Benny Baggins
special talents clever like a set of Penn & Teller magic
mad shit, I wanna fly away like Lenny Kravitz
have many travels till this country finds a better balance
better standards for the geriatric demographic
heavy taxing for the wealthy bastards penny grabbing
I'm Benny Baggins, the freshwater pirate
setting sail, sights set on warmer climates
quiet village kid, rural living in the sticks
chilling, getting pissed, swimming rivers with a spliff
I'm ripping up the script, stuff you speak's just the same
middle of the road like sheep in country lanes
cos truth is, I'm more flat caps than snap backs
mad swag? nah, but I got a backpack of flapjack
cashback! needless to say I had the last laugh
fat raps assemble like they're prefab flat-pack
No, we don't really care what you think
'cos we are eccentric
no, you shouldn't really care what they think
'cos you are eccentric
A friendly dude, I won't diss or pester you
never rude, glorify the things that are best in you
I'll chef for you, a feta filled chicken breast or two
if meat isn't preferable I make a wicked veggie stew
won't make a spectacle, I'll compliment your spectacles
be a friend to you, tell you that you're looking extra cool
sort of dude you meet in queues at festy portaloos
I'll let you go before me, even when I'm desperate for a poo
I'm exaggerating though, stuff's only sort of true
will pour you brews, play you awesome tunes and talk stuff through
if your crew's got more spanners than a toolbox
chill like a cool-box or refrigerated food shop
sing it from the rooftops, Baggins he's back on beats
back from a sabbatical to batter all these wack emcees
without back up, back - just let me at them
back with a comeback to better bloody Ricky Hatton
No we don't really care what you think
'cos we are eccentric
no, you shouldn't really care what they think
'cos you are eccentric
Jabberwocky, rapping cocky, acting dodgy vagabond
camped in bothy's, swagging coffee, Robin Loxley dapper don
got a swagger on, a country chap bodding through the motherland's
muddy tracks, keep it popping like bubble wrap
find me covered up, covers up, blazing up some bud
or chugging rum with my buddies playing Rummikub
or in the tub, bubbles covering the rubber duck
rubadub, scrubbing up to dub and munching monkey nuts
find me roaming up the old pass at Honnister
with my dog up the Old Man of Coniston
creating buzz like a chainsaw
when the rain pours hold it down like a shave-horse
easy going, very rarely miffed
hard to drive me up the wall like a Stannah stair lift
It's Benny Baggins, Cyril Sneer
wittering in your ear from a ship on Windermere
No we don't really care what you think
'cos we are eccentric
no, you shouldn't really care what they think
'cos you are eccentric