The Bellmoss Road

Hot totty, cold crumpet
Miles Davis on a toy town trumpet
Ye canny shove your granny, no ye canny play yer tranny
And don't start thinking' yer the bloody bees knees
Open razors, drawn curtains
£5 10 fur a suit o' claes in Burtons
Try tae save yer soul, signin' on the dole
And don't forget yer manners, better always say, please

On the Belmoss
On the Belmoss Road
On the Belmoss

No users, mad jaikeys,
PMT daft wimmen takin' flakeys
They never see the joke, they live on chips and coke
And double G & T's and 20 Wild Woodbine
Light rain, dark alleys
Ice cream shops all run by Tallies
The guys just want a bung, the girls are women young
And they ever want is a bloody good time

On the Belmoss
On the Belmoss Road
On the Belmoss