Same Old Thing

[Intro, speech to music] Yeah, street level Oh oh yeah, that's it.. Right there (Round here nothing seems the change) At street level (Same old thing everyday) That's it that's it that's it (Just gets played and replayed in different ways) Yeah oh tunes heavy At street level That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh right there [Verse 1: Mike Skinner] Who's round is it? Down that beer quick, smash my glass back down, fall over the table All rowdy and pissed Seems the only difference between mid-week shit and weekend is how loud I speak And whether I try and pull a girlfriend That's it, who's got dough? Hey, you know I'd pay but I'm broke, only got coinage to show Putting off walking home on my own to my throne Two empty takeaways, ashtrays, the remains of the day stoned Pick a bottle off the table, peel the label, tell a fable Offer opinion and comment for free and a solution to the latest big news story "Football and Smut Daily" as I ponder winning the lottery Buy a drink, chat to a lady, the girl's well fit - definitley, not maybe - she's rude I'd shag her and matey, right there [Hook] At street level That's it that's it that's it Yeah oi heavy, heavy At street level That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh [Verse 2: Mike Skinner] Can't lounge in the boozer all day, got manoo-vors to make Gotta see a man about a dog, can't be late, I'm always late Raining cats and fog but nice and dry in the Black Dog Down it in one my son, can't sit here, gotta run.. things need done If they don't win this and the next one they getting relegated to the third division At street level, real people, same repeated sequal Rock and roll fall to the floor like last night, yesterday morning And the night before, and the night before [Bridge] Apparently there's a whole world out there somewhere It's right there, right there I just don't see it, I just don't see it, oi oi [Hook] [Outro] At street level That's it that's it that's it Yeah oi oi heavy.. heavy Lock the door on your way out