[Verse 1]
Oh, Cankles McJeggings, the Leeds fan king,
With ankles as thick as logs.
In Adidas trainers, he makes them sing,
While the Gardens shake with his clogs.
[Chorus]
Cankles! (Cankles!) McJeggings! (McJeggings!)
“Let’s Beuk” pumps loud in his ears!
With Dulux beats and hammer treats,
He’s the man all the nonces fear!
[Verse 2]
When Bealio sneaks through the flowerbed,
Cankles hears the bassline stop.
He cranks up the tune, his hammer swings,
And Bealio’s MFI furniture drops.
[Chorus]
Cankles! (Cankles!) McJeggings! (McJeggings!)
Grooving while nonces flee!
His ankles may jiggle, but justice will wiggle,
To Dulux Connection’s beats!
[Bridge]
“Oh, Bealio mate, your time is done!”
Cankles yells with aplomb.
He stomps to the rhythm, his hammer’s won,
And the Gardens cheer for him on!
[Verse 3]
From tulips to ponds, his stomping ground,
Is a rave of justice and might.
With “Let’s Beuk” blasting, his moves astound,
As he hammers wrongs to right.
