🎸 Scousers Scouse – For those who don’t speak the Queen’s English, but own every room they shout in.

This ain’t just a track. It’s a full English with extra sass — served on toast, wrapped in chip paper, and hollered straight from County Road to your eardrums. With jangly riffs brighter than the Blackpool lights and lyrics sharper than your nan’s side-eye, this is Merseyside’s answer to musical therapy.

⚓ Expect:
– Guitars jangle like stolen Aldi trolleys on cobblestones
– Lyrics that punch like a pub quiz argument
– A chorus that wears a footie scarf in summer
– And a dialect so thick you’ll need subtitles and a pint

💬 For fans of:
– Talking too fast, too proud, and too loud
– Tunes with backbone and shell suits with history
– Bands who say “la” more than “love”

Whether you're born on the banks of the Mersey or just wish your voice had a bit more swagger, “Scousers Scouse” is your anthem. It doesn’t whisper. It declares.

🎶 Dead proud. Dead funny. Dead boss.
💥 Press play — or get out me pub.

Lyrics:

Aye, I don’t chat posh, don’t need no frills
Me words come loud like Anfield thrills
Say “alright, la?” in the corner shop
And me vowels bounce mad like a dodgy bop

Me nan says I’ve got gob like me da
Talkin’ boss nonsense from here to Fazak
I don’t do grammar, I do heart
With a Scouse beat soundin’ dead smart

🎶 Scousers scouse — dead proud, y’know
With a voice like rain on County Road
We don’t whisper, we declare
Proper sound, we’re everywhere

Scousers scouse — la, that’s the way
From Lark Lane sun to Kirkby grey
We don’t speak, we proper shout
Scousers scouse — no messin’ about 🎶

She said, “Yer sound mad, can’t understand”
I said, “Try learnin’ with a pint in yer hand”
We don’t do quiet, we don’t do shy
We say “ta-ra” with a wink in the eye

Grew up with tunes an’ footie shirts
Dead proud of me roots, and the Scouse it hurts
But we laugh it off with chip shop slang
And a deadpan jab from me uncle Frank

🎶 Scousers scouse — built on jokes
In shell suits, boots, and smokey pokes
Boss at banter, soft at heart
Scouse chat’s proper workin’ class art

Scousers scouse — with jangle in step
Talkin’ dead fast with nothin’ left
But pride and chips and songs we hum —
Scousers scouse, we don’t play dumb 🎶

We don’t say much — just say it loud
In Aldi queues or footie crowds
And if yer don’t get it, that’s your loss
Cos Scousers scouse — and we’re dead boss

🎶 Scousers scouse — we make it rhyme
Outta pain, outta laughs, outta tea-time grime
We talk like tales in a taxi ride
Scousers scouse — full Mersey pride 🎶

So if I sound like the telly’s broke
It’s just me sayin’ — I’m sound, no joke

Scousers Scouse

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