Coke Monster Lyrics

So I went to a party, hoping to meet

Someone new, who doesn't take speed

I walked into the kitchen. Who should I see?

A disciple of Escobar, holding court in front of me

I paused for a moment, had a little think

Went over to the sideboard, and poured myself a drink

I turned to face him

He looked back at me

I said, Your stories… He said, What?

I said, They fascinate me

Well I had to think quick. What should I do next?

So I pulled out my phone, and I pretended to text

He said, Who are you messaging?

I said, Bronson, my mate

But to be honest with you, it's a little bit late

He said, What are you after?

I said, What have you got?

He had three grams left. I said, I'll take the fucking lot

Hang on a minute. Have a little think. Is it worth all that money?

Well what do you fucking think?

Coke monster

Another cheeky line will make it all fine

Well I'm into my pocket, looking for the cash

But all I can find, is my quarter of hash

Pulling out my wallet

No money, feel sick

He said, It's all right mate

You can have it on tick

Hang on a minute

What if it's no good

Well you might not take the risk

But I most certainly would

Cos I'm a coke monster

Another cheeky line will make it all fine

Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh

Well I'm back in the room

Everyone's looking at me

I'm down to two grams

I'm keeping that

That's for me

Time to leave

So I'm making for the door

Any chance of another line mate?

I said, What the fuck do you take me for?

A coke monster

Another cheeky line will make it all fine

Coming down

Down

Down

Down

That's burning my nose, is that