Intro:



                      Hey grandma..."yes?" you know how you asked me why don't I compose a song without any swearing in it... well I tried. Just sounds a bit fuckin boring. (grandma voice) "oooh, you filthy little turd! wash your mouth out with soap and water!"



                      Listen up people, White Bob's here,



                      Drinkin weed and smokin beer



                      Now hold on a sec, I got that mixed up,



                    Reason must be because I'm pretty fucked

                    Smoked quite a fair amount this afternoon,



                      Stunk out the whole house, even my grandmas room



                      She's in there, sitting in her chair,



                      Stoned out her brain cells without a care

                    I rolled up a joint and said try this shit,



                      She said White Bob watch your language



                      Actually I wouldn't mind to give it a try,



                      But I'm a little worried that if I do I might die

                    That's nonsense I said, spark that shit up,



                      You'll prefer it to that ribena you've got there in your cup



                      She said alright then Bob, I might as well,



                      I've not got long to live so what the hell.

                    [Chorus]



                      And for sure



                      You've got yours



                      I've got mine's and we're balling



                      So call up everybody



                    Let's pitch in on a party for sure [x2]

                    *Second verse



                      So the next thing I did was get on the phone,



                      Cos I didn't wanna witness this funny shit on my own,



                      Called up some girls and said come on over,



                      My gran's about to smoke a joint the size of Folkestone and Dover

                    They came round in an instant, yes, really quick,



                      They said White Bob you really are a lunatic



                      I said antre girls, come on right in,



                      We'll go up to my gran's room where the party can begin

                    Grandma may I introduce you to Jade and Sam,



                      Come on in girls, and meet my gran

                    Who are these disgusting tarts you've bought in? See they've got hardly any clothes on their skin



                      Get them out of here right away!



                      But grandma if I do that they might think I'm gay



                      They've only popped round just to say hello,



                      Don't have to stay for long and then they can go

                    [Chorus]



                      And for sure



                      You've got yours



                      I've got mine's and we're balling



                      So call up everybody



                    Let's pitch in on a party for sure [x2]

                    *Third verse



                      Now my gran seemed to agree with that last idea,



                      So lighting up her joint seemed like the right idea



                      I sparked up that spliff and she was puffin away,



                      Oh she smoked that chronic just like Dr Dre

                    I said to the girls do you wanna have some?



                      They said sure White Bob and we'll have some fun



                      It wasn't that long till we all got high,



                      My gran looked so wasted even her glass eye

                    Then both the girls they stripped off bare



                      My gran was so stoned she didn't even care



                      Then I got my dick out and in walked my dad... oh shit (music stops)

                    Then I got my dick out and in walked my dad



                      And i've got to admit he looked pretty man



                      He said listen here son, what the hells going on?



                      I said what's it look like? It's a threesome.

                    [Chorus]



                      And for sure



                      You've got yours



                      I've got mine's and we're balling



                      So call up everybody



                    Let's pitch in on a party for sure [x2]