Mork n Mindy

Mork 'n' Mindy, Action Man 'n' Cindy I don't mess about I make 'em kiss each other when my mum 'n' dad go out No messing, no curtain twitching, no stressing I don't hang about, I get 'em down and dirty Then get 'em falling out, then get 'em flirty Get 'em throwing plates at each other 'Cause that's what's it's all about Oi, fuck off back to your own room, welcome In the back room, when fuck all's going on, what's new? And the plated scenes of that I live on a really depressing cul de sac Where couples get divorced And people come up that you'd never seen before Like that smell of cigars and oil twat You go, too high, too low It doesn't make a difference I know, too high, too low But the system won't go Too high, too low It doesn't make a difference I know, too high, too low But the system won't go Mork 'n' Mindy, I got eagle eyes above me I just hit it out, in beige and tan and stain proof kitchen mats And out, house, pheasant just hanging about Look at the seed pouch on the fucker, old man and his brother Setting about, stinks like an old body, like mornings on the voddy Shotgun lager hotty, like PornHub, sticking constantly WiFi's gone all lo-fi, my arse is feeling too dry Like crackers out at midnight, I can't be arsed with butter alright You're not from round here, crashed landed about a week ago Yeah, I feel for you, I do The state of it is alarming, so don't presume anything Or Blue Monday will someday become you Well the furniture's the same, but the menu's rearranged And your jokes won't land in the same space you're used to You go, too high, too low It doesn't make a difference I know, too high, too low But the system won't go Too high, too low It doesn't make a difference I know, too high, too low But the system won't go I looked out on the throw outside of my window Outside there wasn't anything nice to see I wanted things to smell, like meadows not like hell Dying dandelions and bumble bees I looked out at the throw outside of my window Outside there wasn't anything nice to see I wanted things to smell, like meadows not like hell Dying dandelions and bumble bees --- Mork n Mindy - Sleaford Mods and Billy Nomates