Lyrics:

Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide 'em this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide 'em this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense

[Verse 2: Mike Skinner]
Out the club about three, to the takeaway
The shit-in-a-tray merchants
Shop's got special perchant for the disorderly
Geezers looking ordinary and a few looking lairy
Chips fly round to the sound of the latest chart entry, an incendiary
Waiting to blast, no harm with a contest who can throw the furthest
Behind the counter they look nervous
But...carry on cutting the finest cuts of chicken from the big spitting stick
Then over flies a chip, flips, hits you on the back
You spin round on the attack, 'fuck you playin' at?'
He looks like a Cheshire cat, almost falls down, dour frowns
And Superman eye-lasers don't even register
By now you want to leather this twat
And forever you're going to regret that, your choice of path
So mash 'is 'ead up and your girl's now fed up
But stop to think it's never going to be
The Jackie Chan scene it coulda been to end up

[Hook: Mike Skinner]

So you owe somone money subbin' skunny
Best pay me Billy, 'no worries'
150 on Sunday. Then in some way that turns into Wednesday
Then goes straight to pay on a hazy evening in a local bar-café
What a way!
What a way!
Just to recap for those at the back, this is everyday tit-for-tat
You owe you dealer and can't pay him back fee, suddenly he's the baddy
So you tell your mates you could have him anyway, to look geez'
But he's a shady fuck, Beamer three series
Lock, stock and two fat fucks backin' him up
Can't convey enough of his desire for the paper stuff
In a blunt fashion Billy's angry with a passion
So please just accept it ain't happenin' and go back to your runnin's
Cause you might get yourself in trouble one of these days

[Hook: Mike Skinner]

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]
Get a hold of this bird after pub closing hours
Would your girl like this? No, don't think so somehow
In the winter showers; but she'll never know and your face will never show shit
This is how goes it besides she was well fit, and who could resist?
Move up to the next place
Smooth club, flex, bass, beats, and your best mates
All down, nice sound, Smirnoff Ice rounds
MC's clowning, rudeboys frowning, everything's sweet
Everything's tucked in, and round here were all downing
But all of a sudden though just through the smoke
It's your bird laughing and joking with a bloke
Ain't just that either, as she moves closer
In a shape what looks like they're lovers
He's tounging her!
All rage sweeps up through your torso
Your more so ready to go over and show him who's man
Football-fan style, leave it in the can for awhile
Cause even as they smiles you've still got choices
Don't listen to them voices
Then at the end of the day you may just have caused this
So leave the forces