Hard Skin Hard Stuff Lyrics

Whose that geezer - sitting over there
Whose that prick - says he don't care
Whose that wanker - can't take his beer
Don't know what you're doing here?

Whose that arsehole - says he had trials
Whose that nonce - can spot him from mils
Who's that f*cker - not a part of the lads
Don't go to the match he says we're sad

We go fighting every night
Says he goes pulling he talks shite We say f*ck that
Just give us a swig of the hard stuff

We are the geezers standing at the bar
We are the sharp ones - look at my car
We are the bastards and that is that
What the f*ck you looking at??

We are the firm - we're f*cking hard stuff
We own the manor - we're f*cking hard stuff
We go pulling - we get the muff
Come and 'ave a go if you think you're hard enough