Jamie T

Shiela goes out with her mate stella,
its gets poured all over her fella
cos she says he aint no better than
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk she stumbles down by the river
screams calling london, (london)
none of us heard her coming,
i guess the carpet wernt rolled out
poetry insert:
[Oh when my love, my darling,
You left me here alone
I'll walk the streets of London
Which once seemed all our own.
The vast suburban churches
Together we have found:
The ones which smelt of gaslight
The ones in incense drown
Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo
Any time she sing a song the other girls sing along
And tell all the fellas that the lady is single
Fickle way to tickle on my young man
She up for doing what she likes
Any day more like the night
She drowned drunk sorrows that she stole bought borrowed
She didnt like fags but at the same time understood
Fellas will be fellas til the end of time
(good heavens you boys, blue blooded murder of the english tongue)
Blut! (Jeej explains it wisely in the comments)
Jack had a gang that he called the many grams,
he was known as smack jack the cracker man
in life he was dealt some shit hands
but the boys got the back now
And jay went the same way as mickey and dan
A pen to mans upon the arrow wans
And man lisa had a baby with sam,
and now jack on his own man,
Well done Jack glug down that cider
You're right shes a slut and you never f**king liked her
Not like what he stopped so shocked
Coz it turns out the last laugh dance killed the pied piper
Tough little big man friends with your daughters
Only coz they drive him to pick up on his quarters
brawler, lager lout rawlers
Fall to the floor think they
but they aint near the border
Too young gunned now by your hell fire corner
Always did a favour, but never took an order
Behave young scallywag a fine young Galahad
Glad-ragged up but only ever getting fag hags
Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tags
Slag better understand he came for the glamour
But this sounds original superficial the issue