"Beyond The Breakdown" by Underdog Crew Studios
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"Beyond The Breakdown" by Underdog Crew Studios
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National Anthem to the cobbolds, terraces and tankards. The OG's... the gentlemen.
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He's a proper old school geezer. Never seen cleaner. Chris suit on every Friday. He's a dream. On the town after night. Lights flicker in his mind. Heart as big as the bar tab. Time after time. A pine race. Stories hit the ceiling. They believe ya. From number 40, kept the man with the plan. Coins in his pocket. Tailored coat, pure class in his hand. You hear him laugh. Louder than the songs on the jukebox. Quips in his pocket. Wise words never out. Fox. Pauling his old mar like a king, loves the game. Sundays at a house, roast dinners and the name. His makes weight at the pub, dominoes. In the back, football on the telescope. Rap never slacks, spins the tailor half time. Makes the whole crowd cheer. Toast to the heroes, he's the local pioneer. He's a proper old school geezer. Never seen cleaner. Crisp suit on every Friday. He's a dreamer. On the town after nine, lights flicker in his mind. Heart as big as the bar tap time after time. Stories hit the ceiling. Yeah. He's up, he's up. I put my proper, proper, proper old school geezer. A wink for the ladies, a nod for the crew. Charm in abundance, every phrase. Something new. Walks the terrace off the winds, then the fry up feast. Legends in the making, Kev's the chief of the East. Silver tongue, spins a young. Got a lifetime's edge. Cash on the table, ambition at the ledge. Educated Bob Raw Street, smart to the line. Finer things in his sights with pennies on his mind. He's teetering the midnight. Lost the lingers on when the cobblestone's quiet, his party's gone. Slagger home, street lamps glow, shadow by his side.
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SPEAKER_00Finer things in memory. Let him cry, be his guy. Yeah, the geezer remains. Warm-hearted legend is city's veins. City's veins. He's a proper old school geezer. Never seen cleaner. Chris suit on every Friday. He's a dreamer. On the town after nine, lights flicker in his mind. Heart as big as the bar tab timer. The time a pint raised. Stories hit the ceiling. He's a pro-pro-prop proper old school geezer. So if you see him down the lane, tip your glass and greet. Care from number 40 with a twinkle in his feet. A classic in the making, let the legend never cease. He's a proper old school geezer. Living life in peace.
