Текст песни Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels — Tom, Nick & Ed It’s A Deal, It’s A Steal

What else do I get with it?
You get a gold-plated Rolls Royce, as long as you pay for it.
Dunno, Tom. Seems expensive.
Seems? Well, this seems to be a waste of my time. That is a 900 nicker in any shop you're lucky enough to find one in. And you're complaining about 200? What school of finance did you study? It's a deal, it's a steal, it's the sale of the fucking century. In fact, fuck it, Nick, I think I'll keep it!
All right, all right, keep your Alans on! Here's a ton.
Jesus Christ!
You could choke a dozen donkeys on that! And you're haggling over one hundred pound? What do you do when you're not buying stereos, Nick, finance revolutions?
100 pounds is still 100 pounds.
Not when the price is 200 pounds, it's not! And certainly not when you've got Liberia's deficit in your skyrocket. Tighter than a duck's butt, you are. Now, come on, let me feel the fiber of your fabric.