Sleaford Mods - Jobseeker [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(So Mr. Williamson, what have you done to find gainful employment since your last signing on date?)

FUCK ALL!

19.4- top
18.6- middle Rob?
19.2- top
18.4 mate, middle

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Jobseeker!
Can of Strongbow, I'm a mess
Desperately clutching onto a leaflet on depression
Supplied to me by the NHS
It's anyone's guess how I got here
Anyone's guess how I'll go
I suck on a roll-up - pull your jeans up
Fuck off, I'm going home

Jobseeker!

So Mr. Williamson, what have you done in order to find gainful employment
Since your last signing on date?
Fuck all
I've been sat around the house wanking
And I want to know why you don't serve coffee here
My signing on time is supposed to be ten past eleven
It's now twelve o'clock
And some of you smelly bastards need executing

Mr. Williamson your employment history looks quite impressive
I'm looking at three managerial positions you previously held with quite
Reputable companies, isn't this something you'd like to go back to?
Nah, I'd just end up robbing the fucking place
You've got a till full of 20s staring at you all day
I'm hardly going to bank it
I’ve go drugs to take, and a mind to break
Jobseeker!

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