smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, got style to amaze ya
I’ve been Japan to Pakistan and
never seen a chin that mines not wider than
the leader of the pack you say
higher than a jack you say
vvvvv eyes red danger look don’t start had a thing with me heart
I couldn’t start the handle, life took a gamble
I battled but then I died with Glen Campbell
now inspect the deck on the set
cos I still be here
nice to see ya

Nice when the crowd goes wild
sit back relax and smile
Bruce got it going on pal
I can dance till me joints ache
very sharp what do points make
cos I can go deep when I get a show or a project
when I get onto that set with an aim to cut your pack in half
vvvvv but only for a laugh
But if you wanna go trip go flip to the next channel
and find all that flannel
the shit you watch ain't top notch
like Barrymore its a hot spot not

It’s the Methhead you know its the Meth
losing all his breath (cough)
now shut it off cut it off put it off just now
I need a few quid help me out with some change
I’ve got game good game, bit lame in the leg no shame but the pain it rubs through the leather I would ask this lot but they all know me better than you do, no I need another 2
buff respect due to you and your crew what d’you mean no?
look check out the show I’m busting BBC then I’m dusting
give us four then I won’t use force it’s only fair you get nothing for a pair

Ooh alright my loves it’s Bru pile in with my Shaolin style
Bru C I E Bon U S rolling with a toupee troupe with a Bru!

C’mon baby baby c’mon
you best protect ya deck

First things first man you fuck with Bruce I’ll be sticking this round your neck like a fucking noose
I’ll attack any figure that touch the pack
hit the bugger in the back not like that
Shame on you when you step up to the old dirty Brucey
Strictly Bru
And I’ll be banned if get to bbc tv centre and they’ve got bernie winters
Straight up an down it’s written on the can it’s says ham don’t make me get rude cos I fucking can

old Dirty Brucey I’m in charge of how this be rolling on the night watch the feet, figures be trolling my moustache thick like a marsh fuck with Bru I get fucking harsh

For crying out loud didn’t we do well, how about that, print that yes print that, are we finished then? we’re finished, shall we go for the car, good ok then we’ll go for the car, well it just leaves me to say from everyone here - and I do mean everyone, thank you for tuning in, if you like what you see then support Stepasaur at Bandcamp or Patreon, I know I’ve a hundred viewers and they haven’t either, ain’t that a shame oh well keep dancing