Lyrics:
Goldie Lookin Chain

his shoes like Dick Turpin across his waist he wears a sash Sportin' top hat with a pocket watch too With the tallest member of the Goldie lookin' crew

Don't worry - I'll sort out the bill Supported by the DHSS With family allowance, We'll sort out the mess What's it gonna take, to get your attention A tracksuit and gold chain

Don't worry, I'll sort out the bill Supported by the DHSS With family allowance, we'll sort out the mess What's it gonna take to get your attention? A tracksuit and gold chain

it F-f-fresh bra F-f-fresh bra Y-y-you knows it F-f-fresh bra N-n-nineteen eighty three G-G-Goldie Lookin Chain G-G-Goldie Lookin Chain N-n-nineteen

Shopper I sells the best skunk you tell by the smell I'll also sell you fags and Rizlas as well Oi, clart! Don't fuckin' start Or I'll whip you with my chain

Benatone Spectrum, Pacman, Commodore ZX-81, Donkey Kong, fucking high score Push it to the limit, couldn't push it any more Wanna be a fucking robot after

Hey, lick the tip, why dontcha In 1983, a team of crack draw enthusiasts created a masterplan A design for a way of livin' so revolutionary, so groundbreaking

Eggsy: Alright tonight we got top entertainer Tim West Country a.k.a Billy Webb! Bill son, what's been going on in town centre tonight? Billy: Well loadsa

Translation: Goldie Lookin' Chain. Guns Don.