Get the Badge In Lyrics

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Saturday morning, the sun breaking through the haze

A bottle of Stella for breakfast cos it's Derby day

He's got his hoodie zipped up and his tracksuit tight

He's got the badge on show and he's ready to fight

Here we go, here we go, here we go

A platform eight, he's standing waiting for the train

The copper's faces all lined in pain cos we're out in the rain

He screams, we don't need the fuzz when we want a laugh

But he makes sure he gets the badge in on every photograph

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He's got blacked-out tinted windows on his Vauxhall ride

Cruising round the town, you know he never stops a red light

On the council estate where I live, he think he runs the scene

He's always flipping two fingers at strangers, if you know what I mean

His shit tunes blasting out with his phone-in hand

Sipping cider, kicking back on the grass, working on his tan

And he's repping the JD bag with his worn-out shoes

You know he's no care in the world, he's just a boy with the blues

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You've got to get the badge in if you want to get the slags-in

It's only half past five and your mate says, let's get a bag in

We'll wear our Stan Smiths down the boozer

Wipe your nose or they might refuse you

Here we go, here we go, here we go

You've got to get the badge in if you want to get the slags-in

It's only half past five and your mate says, let's get a bag in

We'll wear our Stan Smiths down the boozer

Where the bouncer might refuse you

Here we go, here we go, here we go

You've got to get the badge in if you want to get the slags-in

It's only half past five and your mate says, let's get a bag in

We'll wear our Stan Smiths down the boozer

Wipe your nose or they might refuse you

Here we go, here we go, here we go

You've got to get the badge in if you want to get the slags-in

It's only half past five and your mate says, let's get a bag in

We'll wear our Stan Smiths down the boozer

Where the bouncer might refuse you

Here we go, here we go, here we go