[Intro]
Fucking hell man
Just get's a bit tiresome dunnit
Every now and again
It's how I see it, it's how I've seen it

[Verse 1]
So, been another tough old week on the old cobbles
Whole week's full of peaks, troughs and wobbles
Tell you what though, would be entertaining to see it through my goggles
They'll pay millions to watch our sorrows
Vernon went back to the nick last week
Won't see the light of day for a decade
When the pigs come there's no hide or seek, nah, no charades
Cried a few tears for the old Dogs sensei
I have to see my uncle live his last weeks decayed like this
Only opens his mouth to shovel the grub in
Looking back his last years have hardly been a parade though
If only he knew how much we loved him

[Chorus]
Been another tough old week on the old cobbles
Whole week's full of peaks, troughs and wobbles
Tell you what though, it'd be a million pound seat for these old goggles
They'll pay millions to watch our struggles, again and again
[Verse 2]
So I guess we got to get on with our own shit man
Can't help but still take these risks
Got a sherbet to the West End for a few tickets, midnight
Lads risk it all for a few quid
My mate Harron got caught with some food he got fucking nabbed with
That's another good old lad under the old hatchet
But I'm going Ireland, I got a gig there, gonna have it large
I gonna see if I can grab any of their magic, you know it's hard
So I took a few weeks off the booze, this old habit I got
And I felt wicked in my mind
And when I went back to it, fucking hell the buffoonery, we had it
When will we learn to fucking take in these signs
But I went down Brixton on a booze cruise in my [?]
And my mates birthday was emphatic but half tragic, really
Having it large with goombahs and the night time stars
Shouldn't have to be their way or ours though (Fucking idiots)

[Chorus]
Been another tough week on the old cobbles
Whole week's been full of peaks, troughs and wobbles
Tell you what though I'd love a lovely seat on the House of Commons
Show them pompous cunts they're wronguns
Another, another jumped up week on the old cobbles
Plus the weather's been bloody horrible
Tell you what though I wouldn't want to be anywhere else
Puzzling ain't it
World knows there is worse off problems
[Verse 3]
Just spoke to Beaver half seven in the morning
He can't believe the news, he's mourning
Vernon just had a baby boy too, his name's Courtney
Lads gotta make sure that boy is sorted
Yeah next week he's got court in the Crown
Wigs and gowns they'll be all sporting
Spoke to the East End bird I'm courting to give me a bit of peace of mind
She reminded me it's a rough old world we're caught it
Little mug pulled a chiv out on me the other day too
He's my neighbor and he knows it
Gutted as he was mugging me off in my nose bridge
In my heart I knew I could of done him

[Chorus]
Been a fucking jumped up week on the cobbles this week
But it was nice when we clapped for the NHS
Them girls and boys are in it to their necks
I wish them all me best

[Outro]
Fucked up week this week
Vern's gone back to jail for ages
I guess all we do as we speak
And write the words for our own pages