[Intro] (skank guitar riff; bar crowd noise; clanking mugs) (Boss growl) Oi! Turn up da jukebox, ya gitz! [Verse 1] I woke up in da scrap-yard sun, No hat, no gun, but dat’s still fun. Looked down once, looked again twice — No boots! Dem Grots ain’t nice! [Hook] (Boyz chant) Da Grots! (Audience) Ate ‘is boots! (Boyz chant) Da Grots! (Audience) Ate ‘is boots! (Boss growl) Chewed right through, left da teef behind — Now I’m stompin’ barefoot, feelin’ fine! [Verse 2] Mek laughed loud, nearly spilled ‘is drink, Said “least ya save on polish, wink!” I said “shut it, ya tin-can squig,” He sold me socks fer one small fig! [Story Bit] (spoken over beat) So dere I am, walkin’ ‘cross da yard, Hot metal ground, burnin’ me hard! Step on a grot, he bites me toe — I kick ‘im once, he don’t let go! [Chorus] Da Grots ate me boots! Left holes in me feet! Da Grots ate me boots! Still can’t find me seat! Da Grots ate me boots! Da boss just grins, Says “paint yer toes red — dat always wins!” [Bridge] (ska upstroke riff; trumpety pipe-winds) Maybe I’ll get new boots one day, But till den, dis is wot I say: If a Grot looks hungry — keep away! [Final Chorus] Da Grots ate me boots! Da Grots ate me pride! Da Grots ate me boots! I’m walkin’ on da bright side! Da Grots ate me boots — true story, mate, So stomp da floor before it’s too late! [Outro] (laughter; mugs clash; fade under brass squeals)
