Lyrics:

Seriously bruv let's think about it
Do you want some little rough ting coming up to you going
'I really really wanna suck ya dick, yeah yeah'
Or do you want like some proper posh nice coming up
To you going, 'I really want to suck your cock?'

(Tell me what you want me to do, you just tell me what you want
And I'll do it) [x2]

Now tell me why do they like geezers?
And why should they please us?
'Cause surely, if they're posh and rich they're picky like tweezers?
But still, they try and seize us
I pop 'em with ease
Maybe they're dropping to their knees because I'm dropping my 'Ts'
She had me when she said 'Ell,
You know my legs spread well,
At school I weren't a prefect but they called me the head girl.'
Pronunciation, monier than honey I think it's kinda funny,
'Cause though she wants my cock I want her daddy's money,
Into the toilets skip the foreplay grip the doorway like BK
You can have it your way, she's so polite
She'll always say, 'was that ok?'
She always pays for the taxi home, she's clearly a giver
But unlike all the cabbies she goes south of the river.

You can say what you like about posh birds,
You can do what you want about rich girls.
But they hear my geezer voice in the club,
And we always ending up in the bedroom.

(Tell me what you want me to do, you just tell me what you want
And I'll do it) [x2]

Another weekend, to overspend,
Chat a bird up just to bury my ends,
Plunder their underwear,
Trust me bruv you best beware.
You want the front cover of vanity fair?
You ain't gonna find it in Leicester Square
Where sluts get pissed beyond compare
End up looking the worst for wear
You ain't gotta act like a millionaire
If you wanna get your hands on their silverware
What do I mean? I hear you ask
A piece of arse with a piece of glass
Posh little rich girl, wants to be an 'it' girl,
Prim and proper voice, but you know she sucks dick well
Head off to chelsea, the pussy there is wealthy
Appetites for geezers they're very very healthy.
Saw a little blond ting strutting her stuff
I could tell she was dirt from the way she puffed
'Oi love, you wanna bit of rough?'
Two hours pass I'm inside her muff.

You can say what you like about posh birds,
You can do what you want about rich girls.
But they hear my geezer voice in the club,
And we always ending up in the bedroom.

Now I know you're probably thinking 'example he's a snob.'
Because he's only letting honeys that are posh touch his knob.
See there's a very good reason these young girls are good with their gobs,
You see a school that is boarding is very rewarding.
Boredom, disorder they're midnight marauding,
Then escape from their boredom to broaden horizons,
They had their little eyes on a couple of guys
And before they even knew it they were unzipping flys.
See if you take away a childhood then the child could strictly grow
Up far too quickly like a youth in the wildhood
Look at her she's sweet sixteen in a mink coat,
Little would you know that she's proficient at deep throat

You can say what you like about posh birds,
You can do what you want about rich girls.
But they hear my geezer voice in the club,
And we always ending up in the bedroom. [x2]