Moptop - Sleaford Mods

Do you mind?

You biffed my nose

He’s got a blonde mop

He’s got a moptop

He’s got a blonde mop

He’s got a moptop

I’m sick of what I tell you for nowt

Saying fucking sorry to the catalogue vote

Having to be a bit naff and inclined

When all I really wanted was to batter 'em blind

These pleasantries and intelligence are no real match for the spoon and tuppence

Of ale stops and tired minds

I think before I say it better be in line

I think before I say it better be in line

I think before I say and let the words slip by

I think before I say it better be in line

I think before I say and let the words slip by

He’s got a blonde mop

He’s got a moptop

He’s got a blonde mop

He’s got a moptop

I feel like I’m not gonna cope

The game has changed its proper

Now it comes with no hope

Rotten clementines, no socks, no pants

All reformed band and dead pop chants

Like the tinsel mate it’s '70s

Reminds me of a time when we were little kids

Reminds of a time when the coast was clear

But now it’s meatballs and jam as I float around, oh dear

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear

I think before I say it better be in line

I think before I say it better be in line

I think before I say and let the words slip by

I think before I say it better be in line

I think before I say and let the words slip by

He’s got a blonde mop

He’s got a moschops

He’s got a blonde mop

He’s got a moptop

I think before I say it better be in line

I think before I say and let the words slip by

I think before I say it better be in line

I think before I say and let the words slip by

He’s got a blonde mop

He’s got a moptop

He’s got a blonde mop

He’s got a MOPTOP!