OKC

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Verse 1

Old King Cole
Rolled his spliff back tae front
Ma pal says: “Cole, ye clown,
That’s a pure Dutch blunt”

“Aye, true,” says King Cole,
“Haud up, Ah’ll sort it oot”
Bit o’ spit, twist it slow,
Now it burns clean, straight shoot

Hook

Old King Cole, Old King Cole
Smokin’ it arse-about
Old King Cole, Old King Cole
Even rolled wrong, ye’re turnin’ inside oot

Verse 2

Old King Cole
On a go-fast doon the M8
Ma bro says: “Cole, ye mad,
That route’s gonna seal yer fate”

Cole laughs: “Relax, mate,
Ah’ve got the map in ma dome”
If Ah roll it back tae front,
Front or back — still gettin’ home

Hook

Old King Cole, Old King Cole
Wrong lane but the lights stay green
Old King Cole, Old King Cole
Smell o’ green weed in the boot unseen

Verse 3

Old King Cole
Lights up before dessert
Ma pal says: “Cole, slow doon,
Ye’re gonna leave the Earth”

Cole grins, eyes already red,
“Mate, Ah’m lost since time”
“Easy,” says Cole,
“Ah’m the king — this high is mine”

Hook

Old King Cole, Old King Cole
Floatin’ high in the stratosphere
Old King Cole, Old King Cole
Red eyes, but the mind stays clear

Verse 4

Old King Cole
Can’t choose — oil or green?
Ma bro says: “Cole, behave,
Put that spliff doon clean”

Cole stamps it oot, laughs low,
“Ah’m stayin’ wi’ ma ain”
Nae need tae smoke in silence
When ye’ve got shrooms in yer haun

Final Hook

Old King Cole, Old King Cole
Rolls joints fae anither realm
Old King Cole, Old King Cole
Back-to-front king at the helm

Old King Cole, Old King Cole
Doesnae care, nae shame
Old King Cole, Old King Cole
This isnae a crime tale — it’s a nursery game