Jun Ki, a hard bloke, a geezer
U Can tell from the way
he glares into the mirror
Got pints of beer in his freezer
Enjoys fish & chips
and pizza for dinner
Wearin a T-shirt
and shorts in the winter
When he needs to
sticks a middle finger
to the teacher
Without remorse
cuz he don’t need
a freakin’ preacher
Spinning off geeks
like ballerinas
Never been defeated
will always be the winner
At CFC, he was entire
year’s leader
If yer try to fuck with him
he’ll rip yer liver
Oi, Oi its Jun-Ki
All smiles all easy
Oi, Oi its’ Jun-Ki
Alright mates All wicked
Oi, Oi its Jun-Ki
All smiles all easy
Oi, Oi its’ Jun-Ki
Alright mates
Cruisin’ in the Thames River
Rambling about the high
streets of London and Esher
Wimbledon, New Malden
Walton, and Thames Ditton
At the weekends
in Canabi streets and Camdon
Nick Odlind nearly got
into a fight with some
cockney blokes in London
Don’ care just
hit those bastards
Checking out cheap
porn in Soho and saw
the hookers at bistro
First to mix chinks
and Brits together
getting nearer
Traveling the globe
without a visa
Experienced claustrophobia
in a lorry trip to Austria
(Oi, I’m here)
When he feels good
he would like to please yer
When he’s pissed off
he don’t bloody need yer
In a relationship
not a wanker
but a gentle listener
If yer can’t believe
ask Emma-Louise & Philippa
Quite often shows
a smile like the Mona Lisa
All smiles, all easy
a pleasure to meet yer
Cheers lads, have a good day
Tata, C yer later
Oi, Oi its Jun-Ki
All smiles all easy
Oi, Oi its’ Jun-Ki
Alright mates All wicked
Oi, Oi its Jun-Ki
All smiles all easy
Oi, Oi its’ Jun-Ki
Alright mates
Jun Ki, Yes, I’m him
Actin’ like a freakin’ lunatic
Always Air Max 95
Nikes on his feet
Drinks pints of vodka
still walks straight
and never gets wasted
Can’t understand
cockneys in Umbro kits
Too foking expensive
a 40 quid top
That’s a rip-off
I wouldn’t spend a squid on
At Bed&Breakfast
get an ‘Am an’ Hegg
and walk hup
the ‘ll Cuz ‘Arry and ‘is gal
‘Arriet need some monie
Ai Ai, we haite Bri’ish
I’m from Newcastle
I dunno, oh bollocks
I reckon this is Scottish
Oh fokin’ hell, it’s raining
I’m on my Wai to the
Staition, Tarry
Ahh, you dir’y bastard
have yer been caught
wankin’ again
Such a dickhead
yer bloody twat
Sorry mates pause now
Oi, Oi its Jun-Ki
All smiles all easy
Oi, Oi its’ Jun-Ki
Alright mates All wicked
Oi, Oi its Jun-Ki
All smiles all easy
Oi, Oi its’ Jun-Ki
Alright mates
Sippin’ Tropicanas at
Waitrose and Sainsburys
like a moron
Sometimes gets paralytic
and rips the condom
Out for a quick shag in peace
it’s awesome
A sweet siesta in Greece
across the border
Shag a lovely fit chick
or do a foursome
Not into massive asses
and tits them awkward
On the other side of the coin
I would like to read
The Shakespeare
only when Mrs. Williams there
Thou art has made me a boffin
Cuz she creates fear
But now I’m not afraid
of course I’m a grown up
When the weekend’s here
I go down the local pub
Alex, Nick, Chris, Eddie
Waj, Mushin and Bob
Oh Bloody hell
I’m already drunk
Where the fuck is my cup
I can’t feel me knob
Oh shut up u wanker
Oi, Oi its Jun-Ki
All smiles all easy
Oi, Oi its’ Jun-Ki
Alright mates All wicked
Oi, Oi its Jun-Ki
All smiles all easy
Oi, Oi its’ Jun-Ki
Alright mates
You alright there