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Tory Kong
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Fearn
Andrew Fearn
Programming
Jason Williamson
Jason Williamson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Fearn
Andrew Fearn
Composer
Jason Williamson
Jason Williamson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sleaford Mods
Sleaford Mods
Producer
Andrew Fearn
Andrew Fearn
Mixing Engineer
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Mastering Engineer
Phil Booth
Phil Booth
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

She's never worked though, has she? She don't fucking need to And she knows it Oh, really? Yeah, he does it all Really? Yeah, he does it all Tory Kong Yeah Yeah, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster Tory Kong Tory Kong Midge Ure'd ya, so did I I heard ya little mouth go cry, cry, cry I'm always deeper, I don't know why You think results come out ya arse They fall out of the sky Sun's out, yeah, guns out Make 'em pay at 9:05 on morning news My baby's got the blues You ever thought about leaving her then? (Wanker) I'm always deeper, I don't know why You think results come out ya arse They fall out of the sky I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster Tory Kong Tory Kong Nugget master, watch 'em dash I throw them little boulders down, I make 'em dash the pan Dash the cash! Nothing after one sheet then slash There's gonna be some hurdles 'ere It's basic fuckin' maths There's gonna' be an hurdle My 24-hour curdle? (Ugh) I've got it on! Twat The URL are you playing at? We ain't pretentious, no This ain't a disco nap What the URL are you playing at? I'll just hit ya and it'll ruin ya, you won't go out Yeah, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster Tory Kong Tory Kong I don't believe ya, you got no man I don't believe you hang around with criminals, drinking cans I said, how are you any better at bleak? You use choreography, for fuck's sake Blowing smoke up the arse of Balenciaga Paris Fashion Week I don't believe ya, you got no man I don't believe you hang around with criminals, drinking cans I said, how are you any better at bleak? You don't eat raw sauso, you don't touch that meat You don't chop raw sauso Pepper it, herbs and fucking "Merry Christmas" meat I don't believe ya, you got no man I don't believe you hang around with criminals, drinking cans Yeah, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go to that island Mythical beast, flesh-eating monster Tory Kong Tory Kong What the URL are you playing at? We ain't pretentious We don't need disco naps What the URL are you playing at? We ain't pretentious We don't need disco naps
Writer(s): Andrew Robert Fearn, Jason Williamson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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