Bye bye baby ill cya later 

Bye bye baby ill cya later 

My man looks like the old Shakin' Stevens 

He says I resemble like the old Steptoe 

He sits down slow but quick sniff up the blow 

Reminisce about beans and how we all do grow 

And the good man says bloody feel like leaving 

But hes lean again forgotten what I already know 

Made enough money shottin' bobby bills and po 

He spent it all quick sniffin' up on the blow 





Hard for your playin no smoking on the night bus 

No shit Holmes with your big boy Sherlock 

The man got chickenpox at 23 

If you go down the docks you better take all of your money money money money 

It ain't no dunny, it's a toilet 

Great grandaddy, got sent there 

So go back home 

Stop cloggin' up pubs with your bullshit talkin' 

And the nightbuses that complain at us 

Peeps call us right-wing but we're pretty fucking liberal 

I shit you, you not cos we're all for the equal 

And yes J, I agree the first Predator is much better than the sequel 



No question, the second one's feeble 

Kids with skids, and coughing up dust 

Yeah I'm waiting man, I cuss, must, and man 

Now bike chain broken, now that too much rust 

And people slowly stepping in ways trying to cuss us 



Here's ya getaway 

I ain't gonna try to cry 

Hard for your playin no smoking on the night bus 

And so I must say 

Kids with skids, and coughing up dust 

I sad to see you cut the ties 

Good man says bloody feel like leaving 



In these cities, hard to see the stars overhead 

Can see the moon though the street light turns it blood red 

The star symbolises the guts we bled 

The mouth got fed the winding alleys that we tread 

The moon much bigger representing the dead 

Who lie in the sewers under soldier's feet 

They stir as you march while your asleep they walk the street 

Put your ears to the drain you can hear them weep 



So we all chat about it and we decided you should getaway 

Here's ya getaway 

You're getting away 

Man here's ya getaway 

And yeah bye bye baby 

Ill see you later 

Ill see you later 

Here's ya getaway 

Rob the bank here's ya getaway 

And ill take my ticket get out of this town 

And get away 

Here's ya getaway 

Ah cha cha baby 

Here's ya getaway 

Rob the bank take the getaway 

And ill talk to the pigs hear as I say 

And id get yourself out of this city, oh getaway 

Oh man here's ya getaway 

And id getaway, getaway, id getaway 

Oh yeah show to the peeps I see what I see 

And oh, rob the bank, Make a getaway 

And ill rob the bank, but ill take a getaway 



Here's ya getaway 

Bye bye baby ill 

I ain't gonna try to cry 

But I must say 

Bye bye baby ill 

I sad to see you cut the ties 

Bye bye baby ill cya later