"Bootboy In Flipflops" genre: Brit Pop
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	A straight ahead punk-pop song but melodic with it. The version heard here is the radio version.
	CD: Bootboy In Flipflops (CD Single)   Label: Obelisk Records Credits: Words & Music by James Greene
	Story Behind the Song Bootboy In Flipflops was inspired by a rather intellectually underpriviliged gentleman making nusiance calls to my workplace. He was later found to be a contributor to a neo-nazi hate site. Therefore I have even more reasons for believing he is a prick. Lyrics BOOTBOY IN FLIPFLOPS You don’t like what I am And in what I believe But I know where you’re house is The house you never leave I presume that you’re single And with not much to do Even Hitler had a girlfriend I’ve got doubts about you Chorus Just a bootboy in flipflops And I will speak of you Just a bootboy in flipflops In any way I see fit too ‘Cos a bootboy on flipflops Can never bring you down Yeah, a bootboy in flipflops Can never push you ‘round Malicious phone calls Can run up big phone bills When high on indignation And your happy pills You talk of nail bombs And Stanley knife cuts But you don’t bite You ain’t got the guts You got your sticks You got your stones Pent up sexuality And crisis loans Nobody really knows What you get out of it You’re one half cabbage One half chicken s*** You tell me you’re a big shot Of a big company It’s property of the crown And you’re care in the community The only thing about you That really worries me Is that you’re allowed matches And proper cutlery (c)2003 James Greene

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