[Male Vocal]
Hey cock boy, micro penis, "BWENTY?.... BWENTON!!! GET UP, YOU'RE GOING TO MISS THE YELLOW BUS AGAIN!!! IM JUST NIPPING TO THE CORNER SHOP FOR SOME MILK, I WONT BE LONGGGGGG... AND DONT FORGET TO BRUSH YOUR TEETH, YOUR BREATH SMELLS LIKE YOUVE ATE 5 COURSES OF soiled ARSE DOWN AT CANAL STREET!!!!
I'm sick of my stupid deadbeat dad, it's not like I make a habit of ramming lads, he's a homer fobe and it really makes me sad, but honestly 5 courses of crusty bum was far from bad.
[Verse] poor little Bwenty, i feel so empty, and it's nearly 8 twenty, where's that suspicious stain with the milk, he left in his knicks made of silk, think he's gone and left me, I'm an embarrassment, (I'm disowning our Brenton because he's fucking bent) and there's no damn milk, how am I gonna afford the rent.
[Pre Chorus] so it's my birthday soon, all I really ever wanted was a party and some pink balloons, and a magician, instead I got a fcking Russian on a mission,
[Chorus]
Where's the bloody milk, has my daddy ran away with the milkman again, I sit and wail, I'm craving CRAVENDALE or cow and gate, I'm innnn aaaa stateeeee. Please hurry up with the milk, with your skidders made of silk, I don't want a dad, just want some milk, pleassseee pleassseee hurry up with the milk.
[Verse]
The milk never came, and the bus was never late, but it was late todayyy. Hopped on the bus, and the only seat available was next to the Russian kid, I guess today's not my dayyy.
Within minutes he's making me eat his winnets, he's took my dinner money off me, I spit a winnet out, he gives me a clout, starts knocking me about, why why why why poor little bwenty.
It's my birthday soon, I help my grandad and he bought me a new smutty DVD, the Russian stole my laptop, so I can't download any smut for free. Poor bwenty.
[Chorus]
[Verse]
It's home time, can't wait to get home, hope it's not gonna be bwenton alone, I wait, wait for my tosser dad, I get really mad, when I see my dad, he pulls up in his 3 0 9, the Russian jumps in and gives me the V signs, I can't fucking believe it, that Russian is so strategic.
[Female Vocal]
Boo hoo little bwenty, only got 1 pound twenty, dad ran off with his new Russian son and left me. Now his daddys dead, but bwenton doesn't care. He just wanted sodding milk. Poor poor poor pooey shitty little bwentyyyy.
[Outro]
Happy 40th birthday benty bwenty bwenton. Maybe old maureen next door will give you a birthday gobble. Amd a bit of bit of bitty.
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