Funk Them Lyrics

I'm 43, I'm turning into David Brent

I dye my temples on either side of my head

Next thing I know, I'll have a nice perm, maybe a blue rinse

And people in their twenties asking if I need help to cross the street

We're all getting old, a little broken, man I've even got wrinkles on my nose

Sometimes it's hard to see, but I still believe

Dare to dream, don't let them silence it

Don't fear the sting of those under the bridge

Fuck them and you do you

Fuck them and you do you

Fuck them and you do you

Fuck them and you do you

Words are vomit, I'll let you play but pay me for it

I'd grow and mullet, but footballers and kids have got it

I'll get all moist sticking my hands in the sky

Next thing I'll be dancing like George McFly

I'm working from home, I'm scratching my balls

I'm telling you I'm not afraid of all the viral symptoms, people

But I still believe

Dare to dream, don't let them silence it

Don't fear the sting of those under the bridge

See it like this, so you'll be dead tomorrow

Fuck them and you do you

Fuck them and you do you

Fuck them and you do you

Fuck them and you do you

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