The Wheeliebin King

This is a story about a man with a wheeliebin He wares a crown and he thinks that he is a king, He's not the kind of person that you'd like to meet If you were to see him down on the street, He's never done a hard days work in his life He has no idea of the meaning of strife He's got connections with the dealers around He's selling drugs as he's cruising round town Selling all the drugs that he has bought I got me wife and kids to support He is a king, he's not a king, king He's just a man with a wheeliebin, king, he's not a king! King, he's just a man with the wheeliebin Have you heard that your cousins made bail? He's got some very nice stuff for sale He's got a place for the homeless and asylim seekers He's got them down the market selling sneekers He's got his clan and he's always making plans To flood the market and do what he can To keep the cash flowing,to keep his bussiness going And what it takes to keep his empire growing He has to live in a hand to mouth existence He's got his problems but the key word is persistance You know one day that he'll get caught The wheeliebin man, why don't you spare a thought? Oi oi! Wheeliebin sofa king Wheeliebin sofa king