Smoke Bulga – Cocaina Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I be f**king with cocaina
I got rich with cocaina
That brand new Benz off cocaina
I’m taking trips with cocaina, cocaina
On I-95 with cocaina
Like Bonnie & Clyde, my cocaina
Up in the kitchen me and cocaina
Like Spike I put that Ice on cocaina, cocaina
The plug he put me on wit cocaina
Ever since I fell in love wit cocaina
She put me on my feet that cocaina
Now That’s my bitch forever cocaina
I keep a loaded fifth with cocaina
I’ll kill a nigga quick for cocaina
That cocaina She a keeper
New cuban link I got from cocaina

[Hook]
I be f**king with cocaina
That brand new Benz I got off cocaina
I got rich off cocaina
I’m taking trips with cocaina cocaina
Cocaina, cocaina, cocaina, cocaina
I got rich off cocaina
Cocaina, cocaina, cocaina, cocaina
Brought that Benz off cocaina

[Verse 2]
Spent 42 on cocaina
Bought all type of bags for cocaina
I’m in the trap with cocaina
Remember when I first met cocaina
She turn me from a dreamer to a believer
When cocaina put me in that Beemer
She love it when I whip her cocaina (ch)
18 wheelers when I re up
Her older sister use 2 f**k around with Meech
El Chapo flew that bitch first class straight out to Athens, Greece
I love my bitch, that cocaina
And she love me cocaina
She the baddest cocaina
My team we getting strong off cocaina
My niggas on from cocaina
My money long off cocaina

[Hook x2]
I be f**king with cocaina
That brand new Benz I got off cocaina
I got rich off cocaina
I’m taking trips with cocaina cocaina
Cocaina, cocaina, cocaina, cocaina
I got rich off cocaina
Cocaina, cocaina, cocaina, cocaina
Brought that Benz off cocaina

Filthy Gears – Step Up Lyrics (feat. Wiley, Jammz, CapoLee & C Cane)

[Chorus: Wiley]
When I step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up

[Verse 1: Jammz]
What’d you mean, step up?
Bar haffi step up, level haffi step up
Can’t stop never, whatever the weather
I’m a real go-getter, I’m due to endeavour
You know me already, first name’s Jam
No, it ain’t cheddar, but I get cheddar
Shows in Italy, I’m getting mozzarella
If I’ve gotta fly Greece, you can call that feta
When I first come in the game, I said spesh
But I’ve got better since then, so I say spesher
I’ve been a monster on bars and beats
If it ain’t me, holler at Filthy or Gesher

[Chorus: Wiley]
When I step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like

[Verse 2: Capo Lee]
Tune get lead up when Capo step up
I stand in a place where a man can’t step up
Box man down and I stare in his eyes
Stand over his body so a man can’t get up
Chasing cheddar in a Nike sweater
Bare rain on my car, that’s a grinding weather
On sight, man, you can get it from far
Talking hard? Sent man to the stars
Get hit with a strap that costs more than your car
I still grind everyday, that was more than a bar
Then I’m bouncing food in a council housing estate
Superman, fly to the trap in a cape
Man dance on the riddim like Step Up 2
Peng tings, you can get bent up too
Ghost MCs, you wanna tweet and chat?
There’s no Wi-Fi when you get sent up too

[Chorus: Wiley]
When I step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like

[Verse 3: Jammz]
Jammz is a humble guy
But I don’t mind slewing MCs at my leisure
More than my pleasure, funny when MCs
Who ain’t on the roads say the opps soon dead up
Chatting about Ps but you’re getting stressed out
‘Cause you went to the shop and had to break that tenner
Drop man forever, same pussyholes got audacity
To talk about gloves and leather
Really ain’t clever, so what’d you mean, pepper?
Bars ain’t pepper, flows ain’t pepper
Tunes ain’t pepper, bars ain’t pepper
Clothes ain’t pepper, tell a man shut up
About man’s pepper
Already said last year, dem man are wet
And they still got wetter
You know dem bruddas that act hard for show
And roll with soft Tygas like their name’s Jenners?

[Chorus: Wiley]
When I step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like

[Verse 4: C Cane]
Step up, no leg up
But dem ones dere need a step up
See, I’m so far up the ladder with my bars
They cannot reach up to me with a step up
‘Cause when I step up, can’t nobody try step up
If you think not, beg you step up
I come like the Lombardo when it comes to drama
I dun the dance, no step up
Trust me, that’s easy, can’t shake a leg with I
Make a man raise their glass for I
You’d be high if I’m out here
Doing the work on job more time, no one don’t lie
Don’t ramp and vibe
Tuggset, big man, get petrified, on Christ
Me, I’m far from alright, are you alright, brudda?
Alright? Never, they get left when I write

[Chorus: Wiley]
When I step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up

Jaden – I Lyrics

Play this song

PINK
(PINK)

WOOOO

{HOOK}
When I walk up they be sweating they be stressed
(They be stressed)
When they see us double everything in question
(i don’t know)
Treat these niggas like a prick gotta impress em’
(LETS GO)
Got that power in a clique like a nephilim

{ Verse 1 }
I ju woke up in the city and im red to go (GO)
Vision with the pretty got me runnin through the club
Bout to see the stadium im with my centerfold
God hand shades where these levels arent accessible (shit)

I wonder if they’ll understand the metaphors (they don’t know)
Said it for a reason they dont listen (they dont listen)
I had to put the vision in a double cup
WHAT
Everytime i sippin i’ll be (dripping man lets go)

Man its ok you ain’t one of us
Thats why I had to get the windows tinted
I swear solos got them new ideas
Man they wonder how they let this nigga pop up in a bib
Got me calling hocka – pocka with my compass in the mill
Got them dickies in a balance since they counter fit the feels
Man you gotta know the culture you’re apart man its ill
Sickening but i try to not do them ancient moves
Sixteen with a misdemeanor
That is no volts are you kidding me
This is a kid saying this literally
Tell with you with the with the epidemy
Turn your rights away like whipamine
Throw your life away with no empathy
Man this nightmare been on repeat
Yall never learn history god damn
We all care about ancient greece so bad
Gotta put that energy on snap
Old hove flip told me to go left
Hold me what u would call off deck

{HOOK}
When I walk up they be sweating they be stressed
(They be stressed)
When they see us double everything in question
(i don’t know)
Treat these niggas like a prick gotta impress em’
(LETS GO)
Got that power in a clique like a nephilim

Jon Bellion – JT Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jon Bellion & Travis Mendes]
A song a day for six years seems like light years away from today
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Too many coincidences and instances of God’s hand, it’s insane
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I thought my way to greatness
I could claim this, but he gave me the brain (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
You know what I’m saying?
And those thoughts can get confusing, it’s amusing
But tonight, we celebrate (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

[Pre-Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Lay me down, put me out
Call me home, let me know
I’m ready to go
‘Cause I was down, now, I’ve flown
Oh, what’s reality lately?

[Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don’t mean John Travolta
Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don’t mean John Travolta
And I don’t mean John Travolta, yeah
And I don’t mean John Travolta

[Verse 2: Jon Bellion & Travis Mendes]
Dancing under sunset, in the mountains, just reflecting for the day
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I’ve seen this in my head a million times
But to see it come to life is just insane (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Champagne and orange juice
Mimosas were Pulp Fiction in the way (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
That all can get confusing, it’s amusing, but tonight (Celebrate)

[Pre-Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Lay me down, put me out
Call me home, let me know
I’m ready to go
‘Cause I was down, now, I’ve flown
Oh, what’s reality lately? (Oh)

[Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don’t mean John Travolta
Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don’t mean John Travolta

[Bridge: Jon Bellion]
Put me out
Call me home, let me know
I’m ready to go
‘Cause I was down, now, I’ve flown
Oh, what’s reality lately? (Oh)

[Chorus: Jon Bellion]
Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don’t mean John Travolta
Remember dreams seemed far away
Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway
Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece
And I don’t mean John Travolta

[Outro: Jon Bellion]
Far away, Hardaway
Holiday, don’t mean John Travolta
Far away, Hardaway
Holiday, don’t mean John Travolta
Lay me down, put me out
Call me home
(Holiday, don’t mean John Travolta)
(Don’t mean John Travolta)
Call me home
I’m ready to go

Usher – She Ain’t Tell Ya lyrics

Every story got more than one side
Today I’mma tell you my side
I hurt you, you hurt me
Even exchange, listen

She ain’t tell ya I let her push the ‘rari
She ain’t tell ya I never told her sorry
She ain’t tell ya she let me hit her partners
She ain’t tell ya I paid for her body yeah
She ain’t tell ya I let her push the ‘rari
She ain’t tell ya I never told her sorry no
She ain’t tell ya she let me hit her partners
No, she ain’t tell ya I paid for that body no

She ain’t tell ya that money spread it out like carpet
She ain’t tell ya I had her leaking like a faucet
She ever tell you, she ain’t have no love for papi
She ain’t tell you I gotta keep that cash on me (yuh)
She ain’t tell you I gotta keep the bag on me
She ain’t tell you I boost her self-esteem did she?
No she didn’t tell you she’d rather play on my team, did she?
I know she told you things she didn’t mean, did she?
She ain’t tell you she seen three million dollars in jewelry
She ain’t tell you the truth or did she cause I’m curious
She ain’t tell you that check did increase my endurance
She ain’t tell you materialistic girls attract me
She ain’t tell you every time she leave, she coming back for me
She ain’t tell you I got that Bentley truck and cashed down
She ain’t tell you these plush seats feel like a couch
She ain’t tell you I paid off her mama house
And I know my love leave a stain without a doubt
She ain’t gon’ tell you how I came through and put it down
She ain’t gon’ tell you how we like to club up with all these bottles
She ain’t gon’ tell you how I came through last night with sixty models
And I can’t tell you ’bout no issues or no problems
And she ain’t tell you how I flaunt her up in karats
I promise on my soul I’m never gon’ be average
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (she ain’t tell you that shit though)
She ain’t tell you I’m in her veins like IV
She ain’t tell you we just came back from Greece
She ain’t tell you that my bank account increased
She didn’t tell you was the middle of the week then
We woke up on Wednesday and took a spree
She ain’t tell you she was motivating me
She ain’t tell you her designer bag came from me
She ain’t tell you her legs stretched out in Lamborghini seats (no)
If I ain’t laying next to her then she can’t even sleep
When she pull up she be tryna stay with me for weeks
Call me the general, you know I play for keeps
She ain’t tell you I sting like Muhammad Ali

She ain’t tell ya I let her push the ‘rari
She ain’t tell ya I never told her sorry no
She ain’t tell ya she let me hit her partners no
She ain’t tell ya I paid for her body yeah
She ain’t tell ya I let her push the ‘rari
She ain’t tell ya I never told her sorry
She ain’t tell ya she let me hit her partners
She ain’t say I paid for her body no
Oh nah, she said, he said
Fuck what they said, no, no

Don’t be bitter, just be better
If I hurt you and you hurt me
How you paint yourself as unlucky?

SamTheBozz – Greece lyrics

[Refrain]
Im in Greece for the holiday
Im in Greece for the warm weather
I love the sea and the feta cheese
I love seawater and just Greece

[Verse]
I love the fish I love the gyro
To the olives I say hell no
Greece is nice, Greece is beautiful
In this country I feel so wonderful
I love the dogs I love cats
Forgot all my stupid WhatsApp chats
O.T everybody mad
J.B is the real bad

[Refrain]
Im in Greece for the holiday
Im in Greece for the warm weather
I love the sea and the feta cheese
I love seawater and just Greece

Dan Auerbach – Keep It Hid

Lock the door and close the blinds
They’re comin’ for me girl and I ain’t got time
If they ask you, darlin’, oh about what I did
Baby, you’ve gotta keep it hid

I’m headin’ south, and I can’t say where
But I’ll phone you baby soon as I get there
They’re not gonna seal my coffin lid
‘Cause you’re gonna keep it hid

[Bridge]
Well Big Sue knew but she don’t no more
If you know what I mean
They’ll never find what they’re looking for
‘Cause you’re my tight-lipped queen

I’ll buy you a dress, a nice handmade piece
And send your Mom on a vacation to Greece
If you’re an auction, oh I’m the highest bid
Oh baby, ’cause you’re gonna keep it hid

Joell Ortiz – Talk Dat Lyrics

Yaaaaooowaaaa!!

[Joell] I’m hearin’ New York back
[FTG] Yea, they say New York back?
[Joell] Ya I’m hearin’ that talk
[FTG] Ight Joell talk dat

[Joell] Black Polo tee 40 tucked where the horse at
If you was in my shoes you take ’em off where I walk at
{FTG] Caught dat? Tell ya wife to call a coroner
US citizen we still put four in her
[Joell] I just put more in the floor of my new corridor
Move birds fast hurry cane like Florida
[FTG] We still at the border the Trump wall wasn’t sent
Still movin’ clean water ta stamp safe for Flint
Shorty on me now but the scale is lit
Ironic how I get these buns afta I sell a bit
[Joell] They hella sick, I drive a whip you should neva tint
The R8 doors move on up like the Jeffersons
I know that gutta make ya chest wheezy
[FTG] If I knew what I knew now Joe I’d a did ’em greasy
[Joell] Hold up, ain’t ? like a ?wave grease?
[FTG] Yea these bums fry food in the same grease
[Joell] I just left Santorini we don’t do the same Greece
Y’all just sit around playin’ I be on plane seats

[FTG] New York rap
[Joell] Word, this New York rap?
[FTG] Yea I’m hearin’ that talk
[Joell] Ight Gordo talk dat

[FTG] Think I’m just bars leave you all wet?
I make it rain on stage like ? and ?
[Joell] Who’s the whip in that? Should I call Flex?
I deserve a new muscle car, I’ma hardcore vet

Mark Battles – Love Me After (Day 2 Album)

[Intro]
Yeah, it’s been a long time
Did you miss me?
Day 2, 2016 was one of the most difficult years of my life
But it’s about how you bounce back
I just wanna borrow your attention for like 45 minutes if that’s okay with you
Look

[Verse 1]
Life is so crazy, niggas saying that they made me
What am I?
Can you tell me that? Was you in the lab? Did you help me rap?
When I ain’t have shit did you sell me scraps?
Days without meals eating daily snacks
Back against the wall went through hell and back
Well goddamn I was raised to fear no man
Hell of a ride Imma steer both hands
Gotta do the things my peers won’t plan
Hate in the air so they cheer so bland
And they told me, every Shaq need a Kobe
Every trap need a OG
While she claim that she love me but don’t know me
I text back with emojis, the best raps is the oldies
And they still won’t sleep
I just tell you how I feel on the beat
Why kids love it and they kill in the streets is we really complete
Imma build like a beast till we chillin’ in Greece with a zillion a piece
Put up valleys for my daughters land for my son and a hill for my niece
Baby let’s chill on the beach
Done with the chatter are you really a freak?
Never give it up on the time she meet
Give all the credit to my swag on the beat
Glad we can speak now it’s back to the road
2016 that chapter is closed it had to be told
Give anything just don’t ask for my soul or my half of the goal
I ain’t seen real in forever, FA it still is forever
I’m just building it better, so when the rain come I can deal with the weather, feelings get severed
Time to move on, new day it’s a new song
My nigga keep grams like a group home
God forgive who we do wrong
Just pray they show us the unknown

[Interlude]
Day 2, it feels good to be back
It’s been like a year I know
I just had to get things right
I went through a lot in 2016, I had to find myself again. The journey continues

[Verse 2}
Flow trapped in a cage, got out with my passion and rage
But wait, wait can you blame the coach if you made at the plays
I was asking for days, Shine in the light throw trash in the shade
Do what you do I ain’t mad at you babe
If that nigga gon’ pay your bills cause the hills in some fields for the thrill put that ass in his face
Don’t try and judge a book by it’s cover
Momma said judge a crook by it’s mother
Don’t know my dad but they say we look like each other, whatever
Work my whole life to be the opposite of him
Waited till my brother died tried to be my friend
Every night I pray that we never speak again
Men don’t cry so I gotta keep it in
I don’t like that nigga, If I see him I’m going to fight that nigga
1, 2, left, right that nigga
All the pain in my life got me aiming a [?]
This ain’t for the hype I don’t change on the mic
So don’t take offence if I don’t take your advice
Price is going up so niggas better cool it
In it for the bitches I just do it for the music
Coupe full of shooters looks so confusing
Niggas got macs I ain’t talking ’bout computers
No thing just to do it
They get funny acting when the money stacking
Flyer then some buddy passes
When the fame leave will you love me after?

[Outro]
Day 2. It’s Fly America! 3’s up

Tory Lanez & Dave East – Out Of Center

[Intro]
Uh, what’s the definition of real?
You either real or you ain’t
No in-between
Line ’em up cousin

[Verse 1: Dave East]
What’s the definition of real?
I still enter the field
These pills give me the chills
Torey push the foreign
The first shit I rode in was stolen
These bitches get boring
Rarely catch me wearing Ralph Lauren
More into Giuseppe
Not a word you niggas could tell me
My critics can suck a dick
Talk to niggas in prison daily
Trap pass the red
These presidents I got are actually dead
Clientele don’t match the consignment just give me half instead
Naturally pimp shit
Seat’s massaging me in the Rover, knocking piff shit
You bloggin’ like Bizkit
Foreign senses violate us they call forensics
That felony stopped my Canada paper not to mention
Toronto love me
Eritrean girls call me hubby
I’m tryna learn their language my niggas tell me I’m lucky
I give no reply to strangers, I fall asleep out the country
My phone was filled with custees
Trust me, the ghetto love me

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
I light the swisher like I light the picture
The burner’s talking like Tina Turner when Ike is with her
I might get with her or I might just get her and hit it, flip extension out her wig and split the [?] out the center, uh
We duck polices, book apartments, fuck up leases
Keep a .40 on me tucked
You need a one way up to Jesus nigga
I’m sick of this sickle cell in your melanin
A nigga well, but who tellin’ my bitch is chillin do Ellen on TV
Sunday, sunday beach and brunch
They keep it easy, even numbers on my scoreboard
Four whores in my three and even more
I’m hardly beefin’, I’m vegan more when I’m eatin’
Even score for sure I’m keepin’
Keep a .4 between the seats
‘Cause she the sweetest Puerto-Rican
Creepin’ freakin’ for sure we creepin’
Keep it on the low
She know my BM in my DM, uh
Hook my nigga Dave up with a freak from out the eastside
Says he only fuck with Harlem niggas flying G5s
That’s real baby but my dawg is here, baby
It’s all clear like when money’s all there, baby
I’m good, yeah tire poppin’, I’m all year, baby
I go and hit the mall and they like oh hell, baby
It’s the kid

[Verse 3: Dave East]
The ocean shore with the pool reach
Bitches got me feelin’ like I’m LL Cool East
Nextell cells, they posted bail after two weeks (Dayum)
Toast out in Greece, I backed it out on a new beach (Backed it out)
Can’t ride with me homie, the coupe got two seats (Can’t ride)
Horsepower, step on the gas, you hit a coupe speed (Vroom)
KG, just had a daughter, I love my new niece
On Kairi, couple months apart, my life’s a movie
I’m Glock grippin’, hold a ladder and kick like Bruce Lee
When we eat, dine-in expensive, don’t get no food cheap (Never)
Who is he? Young rich nigga, I just abuse beef
Shawty came with Tory Lanez, she never knew East (Never)

[Outro: Dave East & Tory Lanez]
Tor shawty had to-
It had to came with you cuzo, I ain’t never seen that bitch in my life
And she from Canada, nah I ain’t see her in Harlem ever (Aha)
Fuck it though
We can fuck her though
Laid back in the bungalow, oh
I got the motherload
In the hood, I’m so comfortable
Eastside
Girl, I pray for that woman
I’m so on her, I’m on her
I’m so on it, I’m on it
Girl hop in it, get on it
Gin and my tonic yeah
Ohh, yeah, yeah
Yeahh, ohh, yeahh

Blur – Girls And Boys

Street’s like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece
On holiday
Love in the nineties
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chances
Looking for

Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they’re girls
Who do girls like they’re boys
Always should be someone you really love

Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they’re girls
Who do girls like they’re boys
Always should be someone you really love

Avoiding all work
Because there’s none available
Like battery thinkers
Count your thoughts
On one-two-three-four-five fingers
Nothing is wasted
Only reproduced
You get nasty blisters
Du bist sehr schan
But we haven’t been introduced

Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they’re girls
Who do girls like they’re boys
Always should be someone you really love

Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they’re girls
Who do girls like they’re boys
Always should be someone you really love

Looking for girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they’re girls
Who do girls like they’re boys
Always should be someone you really love

Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they’re girls
Who do girls like they’re boys
Always should be someone you really love

Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they’re girls
Who do girls like they’re boys
Always should be someone you really love

Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they’re girls
Who do girls like they’re boys

Horrible Histories – Flame lyrics

[Verse 1]
Greeks:
In 776BC Olympics were begun
Greece was the only country, so naturally we won
Cheats built bronzes of God Zeus were we honest winners
The answer’s no we had more statues than you’ve had hot dinners
Our games meant truce was called in war a peace every 4 years
But wrestling was so violent that bouts could end in tears
No girls allowed to watch or run that might sound rude
But makes sense when I tell you we competed nude

[Chorus]
FLAME
It’s gonna burn forever
Love for Olympic heroes
FLAME
We’d like one next however
Sadly it’s Emperor Nero
Hey watch it you two, alright

[Verse 2]
Emperor Nero:
I went from Rome to Greece so I could play them at their games
In 67AD you know I won Olympic fame
Told them to include a contest based on poetry
Not much good for sportsmen no, but brilliant for me
Crashed my racing chariot but still awarded gold
Hey my Olympics my rules
To argue would be bold
I won every medal that was up for grabs
The crowd loved it well they had to or I would have had them stabbed, OK?

[Chorus]
Greeks:
FLAME

Nero:
Olympic champion that’s me
My games were emperors own round

Greeks:
FLAME

Nero:
Think I was bad in 393
Christian Rome had them banned

[Hook]
all:
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over

Nero:

SHAME

[Verse 3]
Baron de Coubertin:
WAIT not so fast

I’m Baron de Coubertin, a famous French historian
I read of the Olympic Games thought I should try restoring them
They’d be just like the old days I said but did propose
That unlike Greeks Victorians should do them wearing clothes
In 1896 we launched the games in dear old Greece
Hoped it would make men more morale as well as less obese
We built a stadium so we could start to play
Games of the modern Olympics which we still have today

[Chorus]
All:
FLAME

Baron de Coubertin:
I’m on my personal glory
But no-one remembers my name

All:
FLAME

Baron de Coubertin:
So here to finish our story
A man who has gold plated fame

[Verse 4]
Jesse Owens:
I’m Jesse Owens fastest man in 1936
I took home 4 gold medals yeah, but that’s just the basics
What you should know about the fact I was victorious
Is, it made Herr Hitler mad ha it made him furious
Hitler said Berlin should be the games Germanic base
So he could show the world Aryans were the master race
I won in 4 events he had to back pedal
His evil theory destroyed with every medal

[Chorus]
All:
FLAME
It’s gonna burn forever
Olympics are never in doubt
FLAME
A fire of sporting endeavour
You realise it’s actually gone out
Olympic, Olympic
FLAME