[Intro] (Square up, seagull, what you saying?) What you saying, You beaky-prick!? (Square up, seagull, what you saying?) Thas it! Come back 'ere you little shit! Skibbibopbop let's go! [Verse 1] I step on the front and the air gets tense. Beak boys posted on the promenade fence. Big chest out like he pays council rent. Whole squad screaming like they lost five pence. Little chip thief with the terrorist stare. White wings flapping like he owns the air. I don’t rate birds that move unfair. Man’s got beef and I’m bringing a chair. Bare noise, bare neck, bare attitude. No manners, no shame, no gratitude. Man took one chip and changed my mood. Now every gull gets viewed as rude. Look at him waddling, proper smug. Built like a bin bag stuffed in a rug. I’m not scared of a bird with a mug. I’ll box that beak till it speaks like “bruv.” [Chorus] Square up, seagull, what you saying? Flap them wings, but I ain’t playing. Square up, seagull, what you saying? Man’s on the beach and the gulls start praying. Square up, seagull, what you saying? Oi oi, sky rat, move from me. Square up, seagull, what you saying? I’m fighting birds by the deep blue sea. [Verse 2] They say leave nature, nature’s calm. Nature nicked chips straight out my palm. Nature’s got claws and a gob like alarm. So nature can hold this right-hand charm. Race card out, yeah, I said what I said. All these white birds circling my head. Coastal profiling, bruv, I’ve been led. They see man eating and plot on my bread. [Chorus] Square up, seagull, what you saying? Flap them wings, but I ain’t playing. Square up, seagull, what you saying? Man’s on the beach and the gulls start praying. Square up, seagull, what you saying? Oi oi, sky rat, move from me. Square up, seagull, what you saying? I’m fighting birds by the deep blue sea. [Bridge] I see the pattern, clear as day. Man buys food, they move my way. Could be hunger, could be play. Could be God sent birds to test my tray. They’re organised, don’t chat to me. One distracts while two fly free. That’s not instinct, that’s strategy. That’s avian gangland robbery. People say I’m taking it far. People ain’t seen what these beaks are. Tiny black eyes with no remorse. Bare flapping with criminal force. I almost get it, then I don’t. Forgive the gulls? Nah, I won’t. Peace was dead when the chip got took. Now I’m outside with the fisherman hook. [Final Chorus] Square up, seagull, what you saying? Flap them wings, but I ain’t playing. Square up, seagull, what you saying? Man’s on the beach and the gulls start praying. Square up, seagull, what you saying? Oi oi, sky rat, move from me. Square up, seagull, what you saying? I’m fighting birds by the deep blue sea. Square up, seagull, what you saying? Flap them wings, but I ain’t playing. Square up, seagull, what you saying? Man’s on the beach and the gulls start praying. Square up, seagull, what you saying? Oi oi, sky rat, move from me. Square up, seagull, what you saying? I’m fighting birds by the deep blue sea. [Outro] (Square up) Seagull, what you saying? (Flap them wings) But I ain’t playing. (Oi oi) Sky rat, move from me. (Oi oi) Loud mouth, let man be. (Chip thief) Wait and see. I’m fighting birds by the deep blue sea.
