Redcoats

MTSG had a gun, E-I-E-I-O
And with that gun, he blicked the opps, E-I-E-I-O
The Americans, blicked
Donald Trump got blicked
Squirrel, blicked, pheasant, blicked
All the other opps blicked

MTSG had a gun, E-I-E-I-O

You ain't never had beef with the redcoats (No)
Two shot, die twice, like a dead ghost
Right hook, nose blocked, like a red nose
Queen Lizzy fire back, yeah, she meant those

You ain't never had beef with the redcoats (No)
Never had no teeth, like a redcoat (Oh no)
Never no had tea, like a redcoat (Nah)
Prince Phillip, in the back, he a dead bloke
(Kill confirmed)

Sorry, Prince Phillip
I'll cook anything you want in about ten minutes
Have a bit of black pudding, fry it up in a skillet
Then I'll slice through an opp, like a good beef filet (Delicious)

See a pheasant on my field, I'll kill it (Oh yes)
Knock an opp to the ground, like a wicket (Get down)
Play tennis, play bowls, play cricket
Money so long, last month, six digits (Yes)

I'm on the rise, like dough (Dough)
When the opps see me, they all freeze like snow (Snow)
When the Queen hears me, says she liked my flow (Yes)
Steal a couple milli and then claim it was a loan

Eat a roast dinner, you know how it goes (Goes)
Make six figures, that's a little low (Low?)
Make a bit bigger, say it was a loan
Time for the chorus, you know how it goes

You ain't never had beef with the redcoats (No)
Two shot, die twice, like a dead ghost
Right hook, nose blocked, like a red nose
Queen Lizzy fire back, yeah, she meant those (No)

You ain't never had beef with the redcoats (No)
Never had no teeth, like a redcoat (Oh no)
Never no had tea, like a redcoat (Nah)
Prince Phillip, in the back, he a dead bloke
(Kill confirmed)



Credits
Writer(s): Miles Robert Holliday
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