A Rough Paperround

Oh, so

James, gets on his bike
It's a Sunday morning and he's feeling alright
He goes to the corner shop and meets Sahid
and gets all the papers that he needs
It's a Sunday morning, yeah nothing can go wrong
It's a wonderful morning, yeah not for long

He's on a rough paperround
He's on a rough paperround
He's on a rough paperround
Just to get three bloody pound

He's on a rough paperround
He's on a rough paperround
He's on a rough paperround
Just to get three bloody pound

He's pedalling along, he's not feeling down
'till he gets to the wrong, part of town
He drops off a paper and goes to manoeuvre
but all of a sudden he spots Billy the Bruiser
He stops, he says "listen Bill please" but
bop goes Bill on his little loose knees
Bill goes for the papers but James says no
Cause he's only got one more left to go

He's on a rough paperround
He's on a rough paperround
He's on a rough paperround
Just to get three bloody pound

He's on a rough paperround
He's on a rough paperround
He's on a rough paperround
Just to get three bloody pound

He gets to his feet and stands his ground
A crowd gathers round from all sides of town
The Bruiser pulls his socks up glaring at James
but James ain't afraid boy not today
He charges, on the attack
And his target, slips and hits the mat
Whilst he's lying on the road, a Corsa hits him splat
But James doesn't mind cause he's gotta get back to his

Rough paperround
He's on a rough paperround
He's on a rough paperround
Just to get three bloody pound

He's on a rough paperround
(Come on! Sing it!)
He's on a rough paperround
(Altogether now!)
He's on a rough paperround
(Come on Baby!)
Just to get three bloody pound (It's just a bit of rock n' roll!)



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