(Dream on son) it won't be long until you're back on top of the world

Dream on, son, it won't be long
Until you're back on top of the world
Dreams undone, she has had her fun
Slept around when your back was turned

Dream undone, it won't, won't be long
'Til he's back on top of the world
Dream on, son, it won't be long
Until you're back on top of the world

It won't be long, it won't be long
It won't be long, it won't be long (so, so long)
It won't be long (so long)

Bing-bang-bong, don't know what is going on
Bing-bang-bong, know what's going on
Bing-bang-bong, don't know what is going on
You'll see she's been with me

You're as edgy as a Satsuma, dull as a club crooner
Smelly as my backside, face down in chicken Bhuna
Like watchin' paint dry, world's gone
And passed you by and by and by

Time falls fast with a ball in your hand
Got a peach of a left, gonna curl it inbound
To the top corner of the onion bag
Sad to tell yer, yer wife's a slag

You're as empty as a Black Hole, gone scored an own goal
Your marriage is a bad joke, preying at the pissy bowl
'Cause you drank and took a toke
Your world's spinning 'round the bend

Your gun draws fast, better run from the past
Bullet comes bang, gone, should have never come to pass
But you're so mullered that you missed the hag
Shot yourself in the marble bag
Shot yourself in the marble bag

Bing-bang-bong, don't know what's going on
Bing-bang-bong, know what's going on
Bing-bang-bong, don't know what is going on
You'll see you'll be with me

Think of yourself and the fact that you gave her your home
Wasted your time, now she's gone, and now you're all alone, yeah
The hurt is so painful, you find that It's so hard to breath
The fact of the matter, her cunt was like a wizard's sleeve

Dream on, son, it won't be long
Until you're back on top of the world
Dream on, son, it won't be long
Until you're back on top of the world

Bing-bang-bong, don't know what is going on
Bing-bang-bong, know what's going on
Bing-bang-bong, don't know what is going on
You'll see she's been with me

As shifty as a curb crawler
You thought you were a top baller
Like Guardiola tika-taka
Except you're more like maka-paka
She's gone and took the beamer
Treats you like a steaming turd

Smelly as your backside
Face down in chicken bhuna

Be with me
You'll know she's been with me



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Writer(s): Jonathan Woods
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