Sleaford Mods - Dad's Corner Lyrics
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Dad's Corner
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What Are The Lyrics For Dad's Corner By Sleaford Mods?
Dad's corner
Dad's corner You thought about what? When was that? You thought about nothing And you're tryna recap Blasé petticoat Where did it go? The plane's on its way And I'm still a bag of bones Dad's corner Dad's corner Dad's corner Dad's corner The hotel's here But you said there I'm sick of flyin' stalks It's a fuckin' nightmare Blasé petticoat Where did it go? The plane's on its way And I'm still a bag of bones Dad's corner Dad's corner Dad's corner Dad's corner I said don't blame me I know it ain't right Don't blame me I'm in reception on time Don't blame me I think I'm gonna cry Don't blame me The gig tonight'll be fine Dad's corner Dad's corner Dad's corner Dad's corner And what do we have to show? It ain't a lovely green stretch And a game of polo And what do we have to show? It ain't a lovely green stretch And a game of polo Oh no Oh no Oh no Oh no Dad's corner (What would you like to be?) Dad's corner (You wish for ultimately) Dad's corner (What would you like to be?) Dad's corner (You wish for ultimately) Dad's corner (What would you like to be?) Dad's corner (You wish for ultimately) Dad's corner (What would you like to be?) Dad's corner (You wish for ultimately) Dad's corner (What would you like to be?) Dad's corner (You wish for ultimately) (Oh no) |
Who Wrote Dad's Corner By Sleaford Mods?
Andrew Robert Fearn, Jason Williamson
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