Whirlybird Songtext
von Pete & Bas

(Reports of a black Rolls-Royce Phantom)
(Registration plate Papa, Nova, Bravo, One)
(Last seen on the M25 South-Circular)
(Nine, one)
(Driving at speeds of 140 miles per hour)
(Both suspects are armed and dangerous)
(Known to the police as Peter Bowditch and Basil Bellgrave)

Yeah
Call me Pete-achu the way I poke a man
I′ve had a drink or two, don't provoke a man
I got a stick with extendo clips and a red dot
Watch it light up when I smoke a man
I′ve been around the block like I'm a whirlybird
I can afford to quit but I prefer to work
And if you wanna come and meddle with the money
I'll be gunning and committing an offense like a dirty word


And I′m a big bad wolf when I send the pack
I red ride in the hood, I got plenty straps
And if a pig kicks off, I load up the dot-dot
Pop off the safety and empty that
I just cut through blocks likе a lumberjack
The new drop′s tеn-ten, that's a wonder batch
I just spied the plug and then I rob the food
I got a frenzied show like the Thundercats

I see three little piggies and I load the strap
And then I huff and I puff and I blow the Mac
I got a bird on the line when I load her back
And if I make her cheeks clap, then I′m over that
If she wanna bring a mate, then I'm banging her friend
Then I′ll be banging a blue pill, then banging again
I got a spring in me step, a little money to spend
I've just doubled the money then I double again

I′ve had enough of the talk and then I'm ready to blow
And if a fella wanna live, he better give me the dough
He's got keys of the white on a major scale
And I′ma nick ′em up sharp like an ebony note
And I hope he don't sing to the men in the blue
And if he does, no telling what I′m ready to do
I'll have his face on the paper the following day
And have his old bird up late, checking the news


I lost bets on a dog, got a bone to pick
He gave a dodgy tip, so let me phone him quick
I′ve gotta break both legs and dispose of him
The thug life got an hold, I can't go legit
I got me hand on the wheel, got the gear to shift
I got a great big sail, so I steer the ship
A little drip of the rum, I′m gonna give it a sip
But giving the wife a little fiddle on her jiggly bits

I got my brand new boots and I'm breaking them in
The steel toe works well when I'm kicking a chin
I′ve got the wife on the horn, and she′s sipping her gin
A little wood in me pecker and I'll be slipping it in
Now I′m a demolition man when I'm breaking it down
I′m chopping up another kilo at the back of the house
And you don't wanna come and run up on the man of the match
I′m strapped up in the manor with a gun in me gam

I'm strapped up in the manor with a slab in me tit for
Quick doff of the cap and I'm popping a blister
Just dropping a bag, then I′m banging his sister
Shake a man′s block, 'cause I′m top of the Richter
Magazine teeth sting like the venom of a cobra
Rover, hop in the Range, I'm coming over
Chauffeur, taking her for a ride, bend her over
Poke her, couple of seconds and then it′s over

I said I pop downtown in a double-O phantom
Bantam, and it's like work when I panned ′em
Tandem, one in each hand, then I bang 'em
Sand 'em, chuck ′em in a bin, that′s standard
Evening, run up on a fella in the dark of the night
Had a fella slipping like he's Dancing on Ice
If he wanna serve up a slice on me doorstep
Then a fella better give me half of the pie