Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Out the club about three to the takeaway
The shit in a tray merchants
Shop's got a 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 spinning stick
Then over flies a chip, flips, and hits you on the back
You spin round on the attack, "F*ck you playing at?"
He looks like a Cheshire Cat, almost falls down, your 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 his head up and your girl's now fed up
But stop to think and it's never going to be
The Jackie Chan scene it could have been to end up
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
So you owe someone money subbing skunny
"Best pay me"
"Billy, No worries, one fifty on Sunday"
But in some way that turns into Wednesday
Then goes straight to pay on a hazy evening in the 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 your dealer and can't pay it back fee suddenly he's the baddie
So you tell your mates you could have him anyway to look geez
But he's a shady f*ck, Beemer 3 Series
Lock, stock and two fat f*cks backing 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 happening and go back to your running's
'Cause you might get yourself in trouble one of these days
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Get a hold of this bird after pub closin' 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 clubs, flex, bass, beats, and your best mates
All down, nice sounds, Smirnoff Ice rounds
MC's clowning, rude boys frowning, everything's sweet
Everything's tucked in and round here we're all downing
But all of a sudden though just through the smoke
Is your bird laughin' and jokin' with a bloke
Ain't just that either as she moves closer
In a shape what looks like they're lovers
He's tonguing 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 a while
'Cause even as they smile you've still got choices
Don't listen to them voices
And at the end of the day you may just have caused this
So leave the forces
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
The Streets - Geezers Need Excitement Lyrics
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Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Out the club about three to the takeaway
The shit in a tray merchants
Shop's got a 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 spinning stick
Then over flies a chip, flips, and hits you on the back
You spin round on the attack, "F*ck you playing at?"
He looks like a Cheshire Cat, almost falls down, your 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 his head up and your girl's now fed up
But stop to think and it's never going to be
The Jackie Chan scene it could have been to end up
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
So you owe someone money subbing skunny
"Best pay me"
"Billy, No worries, one fifty on Sunday"
But in some way that turns into Wednesday
Then goes straight to pay on a hazy evening in the 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 your dealer and can't pay it back fee suddenly he's the baddie
So you tell your mates you could have him anyway to look geez
But he's a shady f*ck, Beemer 3 Series
Lock, stock and two fat f*cks backing 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 happening and go back to your running's
'Cause you might get yourself in trouble one of these days
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Get a hold of this bird after pub closin' 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 clubs, flex, bass, beats, and your best mates
All down, nice sounds, Smirnoff Ice rounds
MC's clowning, rude boys frowning, everything's sweet
Everything's tucked in and round here we're all downing
But all of a sudden though just through the smoke
Is your bird laughin' and jokin' with a bloke
Ain't just that either as she moves closer
In a shape what looks like they're lovers
He's tonguing 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 a while
'Cause even as they smile you've still got choices
Don't listen to them voices
And at the end of the day you may just have caused this
So leave the forces
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Out the club about three to the takeaway
The shit in a tray merchants
Shop's got a 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 spinning stick
Then over flies a chip, flips, and hits you on the back
You spin round on the attack, "F*ck you playing at?"
He looks like a Cheshire Cat, almost falls down, your 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 his head up and your girl's now fed up
But stop to think and it's never going to be
The Jackie Chan scene it could have been to end up
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
So you owe someone money subbing skunny
"Best pay me"
"Billy, No worries, one fifty on Sunday"
But in some way that turns into Wednesday
Then goes straight to pay on a hazy evening in the 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 your dealer and can't pay it back fee suddenly he's the baddie
So you tell your mates you could have him anyway to look geez
But he's a shady f*ck, Beemer 3 Series
Lock, stock and two fat f*cks backing 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 happening and go back to your running's
'Cause you might get yourself in trouble one of these days
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Get a hold of this bird after pub closin' 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 clubs, flex, bass, beats, and your best mates
All down, nice sounds, Smirnoff Ice rounds
MC's clowning, rude boys frowning, everything's sweet
Everything's tucked in and round here we're all downing
But all of a sudden though just through the smoke
Is your bird laughin' and jokin' with a bloke
Ain't just that either as she moves closer
In a shape what looks like they're lovers
He's tonguing 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 a while
'Cause even as they smile you've still got choices
Don't listen to them voices
And at the end of the day you may just have caused this
So leave the forces
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this, they incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Writer: Michael Geoffrey Skinner
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group