Hard Stuff Lyrics

Whose that geezer - sitting over there

Whose that prick - says he don't care

Whose that wanker - can't take his beer

Don't know what you're doing here?



Whose that arsehole - says he had trials

Whose that nonce - can spot him from mils

Who's that fucker - not a part of the lads

Don't go to the match he says we're sad



We go fighting every night

Says he goes pulling he talks shite

We say fuck that

Just give us a swig of the hard stuff



We are the geezers standing at the bar

We are the sharp ones - look at my car

We are the bastards and that is that

What the fuck you looking at??



We are the firm - we're fucking hard stuff

We own the manor - we're fucking hard stuff

We go pulling - we get the muff

Come and 'ave a go if you think you're hard enough