Dents In A Peugeot

Back then I had dents in a Peugeot
Now I’ve got chains on my chest
Gold, one on each finger
Brand new Range in the shed
Back then I had dents in a Peugeot
Now I’ve got chains on my chest
Gold, one on each finger
Brand new Range in the shed
Sweet as a nut, talk dirt but I don’t give a —
I don’t even care no more, nowadays I’m tearing them up
Walk outside with a pint and a pasty
Crossword in the back of the taxi
All these birds looking at me and you know I know why (Exactly)
Sun’s out, guns out, short sleeve shirt and a tie
Watch on my wrist was a few bob, you can tell by the size
Back then I threw fists with the bailiffs
Now I throw jewels at the wife
Look at that — off motor, yeah, that’s mine
Back then I had dents in a Peugeot
Now I’ve got chains on my chest
Gold, one on each finger
Brand new Range in the shed
Back then I had dents in a Peugeot
Now I’ve got chains on my chest
Gold, one on each finger
Brand new Range in the shed
Brand new Range in a shed, big boy bills in the bank
Tip ten pound for the Chinese, BYOB, Sauvignon Blanc
Out on the strip with the boys, you know they get rowdy
Chicken and chips in a box and a shot of that brandy
Shot of that sweet stuff, shot of that dark rum
Dark room, can’t see much, and the girls just wanna have fun
And the boys just wanna get mashed
Down in a club in Dagenham
Walk outside for a fag and a breather
I see this geezer, I might just batter him
Back then I had dents in a Peugeot
Now I’ve got chains on my chest
Gold, one on each finger
Brand new Range in the shed
Back then I had dents in a Peugeot
Now I’ve got chains on my chest
Gold, one on each finger
Brand new Range in the shed