Two Chords - Two Fingers (Lyrics)

Playin' rock'n'roll in a two bob band Dodging flying bottles all over the land Walking across the stage to pick up a grand Two chords, two fingers Forty-eight cans on the rider every night Neckin' every one of them- feeling alright Puking down me front again- future ain't bright Two chords, two fingers Stuck in fuckin' Peckham after two weeks fame Head is fuckin' pounding- what's my name Was it all worth it? I'm going to the game Two chords, two fingers