Lyrics Sleaford Mods

Sleaford Mods

Jobseeker

Jobseeker!

Can of Strongbow, I'm a mess

Desperately clutching onto a leaflet on depression

Supplied to me by the NHS

Is anyone's guess how I got here?

Anyone's guess how I go?

I suck on a roll-up - pull your jeans up -

Fuck off, I'm going home.

Jobseeker!

So Mr. Williamson, what have you done to find gainful employment

Since your last signing on date?

Fuck all.

I've been sat around the house wanking,

And I want to know why you don't serve coffee here.

My signing on time is supposed to be ten past eleven,

It's now twelve o'clock

And some of you smelly bastards need executing

Mr. Williamson your employment history looks quite impressive

I'm looking at three managerial positions you previously held with quite

Reputable companies, isn't this something you'd like to go back to?

Nah, I'd just end up robbing the f**king place,

You've got a till full of 20s staring at you all day,

I'm hardly going to bank it

Jobseeker!

Can of Strongbow, I'm a mess

Desperately clutching onto a leaflet on depression

Supplied to me by the NHS

Is anyone's guess how I got here?

Anyone's guess how I go?

I suck on a roll-up - pull your jeans up -

Fuck off, I'm going home.