He’s A Tramp

Chorus:

He’s a tramp
And I like the old you,
you think that your the man
but you've a heart of stone
what have you turned into?

Verse 1:

I can’t, scratch a penny yeah I’m properly skint
But I, slap hands like an opulent kid
Wish I, drove a jag but I can’t get a bus
Though I’d stand up for anyone who gimme they’re trust.
I don’t, have the money, I can’t buy you the world,
But I’ll, squeeze ya hand mush n’ protect’ you girl,
Know I’m, by ya side here if ever need me,
Some things money can’t buy ya’ girl believe me

As I, kiss her bye, spot that Jag on a poster,
And I jus’ dream of havin’ it, I stagger back home
And as I, greet my folks yeah they’re suddenly stoppin’ me,
Son, we’ve won the national lottery.
What? they shake the ticket in front of me,
I shake my noggin’, I’m not clockin’ ya properly.
Got all six of the buggers son honestly,
So pop that champagne we’ve won the national lottery!

(celebration sounds/cheers) Money’s droppin’ on top of me,
I shop till each carrier bag snap or pops at the seams,
Ha, and no my wallet ain’t stoppin’ me
Snatch the hottest clobber, lacoste collars & tommy jeans.
Ha, I turn my nose up to snobbery
But shopping’s so affordable, this feels like its robbery
Rock solid gold watches it’s gotta be the,
Dog’s bollocks, college lot’ll just honour me.

Chorus:

He’s a tramp and his heart's full of gold
but hey, what have you turned in to?
You're the man, but your heart's full of stone,
You've changed, and i think i like the old you

Verse 2:

They’re like, a flock flies to a fluorescent light,
Yeah I’m hot off the press got the goss’ over night,
It’s like, all the guys wanna bop in my nikes,
n’ all the girls lick their lips wanna ‘gobble the pie,’
It’s like, it dip dog fittest ones in a line,
And then woops think my girlfriend jus’ slipped from my mind,
It’s like, it did slip that I’d stick by your side,
But then look, I can pick whichever girl that I like,

She cries, to all the lads I used to love slappin hands
With, “he’s got big headed since he won all the grands,”
Thinks he’s god’s gift to girls, he’s the devil with cash,
Swappin’ dosh for fake angels jus’ willin’ to flash,
Flash, flash, camera flash, grab my wag and I dash,
Slap her backside, wack a gucci bag in her hands,
Old friends hate me, so, got new pals in a can,
I’m like the, dogs knacks’, me, my wag and my jag.

Chorus:

He’s a tramp and his heart's full of gold
but hey, what have you turned in to?
You're the man, but your heart's full of stone,
You've changed, and i think i like the old you

Skit

Verse 3:

Kids roar, bottles clink, knock knock at the door,
Flip the locks, bust the hinges, I’m forced to the floor,
“Sick party, I nicked these, beck’s from the draw,
Well put ‘em back, man I live here, what ya’ telling me for?
Oooh nooooo, then my folks show up,
“Shit’s hit the fan son & you’ll be soapin’ this up,”
It’s like, ooooh noooo, jus’ throw dough at the muck,
“know this sucks but we’re broke son we’ve blown all the funds”

What!? The girls in my Jacuzzi bop,
Drunk the champagne bottles, took the Gucci stuff,
The lights fade, no money, shades, shoes or watch,
Yeah you know your true mates when the music stops,
(Record scratch, music stops) I try sweep the wreck,
Pick up my pieces of ego then see my ex,
She says “you’ve been a jerk but lets clean the mess,”
I’m like a lost dog, tail between my legs.

Chorus:

He’s a tramp and his heart's full of gold
but hey, what have you turned in to?
You're the man, but your heart's full of stone,
You've changed, and i think i like the old you

He’s a tramp and his heart's full of gold
but hey, what have you turned in to?
You're the man, but your heart's full of stone,
You've changed, and i think i like the old you