Don’t Mug Yourself The Streets

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]
A new day, another morning after
Leanin' back on my chair in a greasy spoon cafeteria
Last night was some beer-lairy-ness done our way
But again, we're back in the light of day
Chattin' shit, sittin' at the wall table, tellin' jokes
Playin' with the salt, looking out the window
Girl brings two plates of full English over
With plenty of scrambled eggs and plenty of fried tomato
Get my phone out, 'bout to give this girl a shout
See if she had a nice time last night uptown
Ask if she fancies tryin' it again some time
Then Calv grabs the phone like "Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!"

[Chorus: Calvin Bailey]
Hold it down, boy, your head's gettin' blurred
I know you can't stop thinkin' of her
By all means, you can vibe with this girl
But just don't mug yourself, that's all, don't mug yourself

[Interlude]
Seriously Mick, you fucker
No, no, no! Do you know what I mean?
I'll fuckin'— I'm— no way, really, do you know what I mean?
I'm fuckin'— I can take it or leave it, believe
And then Calvin's like, "Oi!"