Crap'abishi Jam (UK 2 Step Garage)

(yeah yeah)

Turn that key again,

mate

(smells terrible) You pulled up on the kerb again Same old cloud

of gray thick fumes Said the new one would be cleaner then

Still fills the street like rotten blooms Oversized block under that hood

Chugging petro like it's free Running worse than any wagon should Same

bad noise, same pedigree

Old one or the new one,

honey tell me why Both of them are coughing when you try

to drive

(coughing up smoke) Two pieces of steel that belong in the bin

Pop the bonnet up and let the nightmare begin

Your ride just

stinks like garbage on the street

Both of them are rattling underneath our feet

Call it crap-a-bishi everybody knows the game

Worth its weight in scrap metal,

shame shame shame (so junk,

yeah)

Worst engine block in town

You traded in the rust for shiny paint Thought nobody would smell

the rot

Pretending that the newer trim is great When it's the exact same

junk you got

Inefficient, bloated, burning oil Guaranteed to break down flat All that metal

sitting on the soil

Nobody wants to ride in that

Tow truck waiting round the bend (call the yard) That engine will

not start again (hit it hard) Just scrap the frame and melt

the tin

(throw it in the bin) Never buying that badge again

Your ride just stinks like garbage on the street

Both of them are rattling underneath our feet

Call it crap-a-bishi everybody knows the game

Worth its weight in scrap metal,

shame shame shame

(scrap it out)

Worst engine block in town (crap-a-bishi yeah)

Take it to the scrap yard,

mate

(we're walking home) Worth five quid at best (haha)