It Wasn`t Me Eastenders By Me Lyrics

It Wasn`t Me Eastenders By Me lyrics

Phil: yo man

Grant: yo

Phil: open up man

Grant: what do you want man?

Phil: Someone just shot me

Grant: You let them shoot you?

Phil: I don't know how I let this happen

Grant: do you know who?

Phil: no, I don’t, you know?

Grant: man...

Phil: I don't know what to do

Grant: say it wasn't you

Phil: alright...

chorus 1 (Phil) Someone shot me and I caught them  red-handed creeping behind a
hedge

Picture this, they were hiding and shot and I fell off the edge

How could I forget that that someone wanted to kill me?

All this time I was standing there they shot at me

(Grant) You should have seen who it really was

It must have been hard, though, you had just been shot

You better watch your back before they do it again

Otherwise you may be falling down the drain

Do you have a clue who it really was?

Never believe them, you my get cross

chorus 2 Phil: but they shot me on the doorstep

Grant: it wasn't me

Phil: fell down and must have misstepped

Grant: it wasn't me

Phil: Ian Beale thought I was drunk

Ian: it wasn't me

Phil: He just left me like junk

Grant: it wasn't me

Phil: Mark Fowler threw fruit

Mark: It wasn’t me

Phil: he’s too fruity to shoot

Grant: it wasn't me

Phil: Maybe it was Stevie Owen

Grant: it wasn't me

Phil: Maybe he kept on going’

(chorus 1) I had tried to keep Mum from what she was about to see

Why should I believe them when they tell me ‘It wasn’t me’

(Grant) Tell me who they are and I’ll knock their heads off

Make ‘em look like a picture by Van Gogh

It may seem funny, but you just got shot

It may seem funny but it really is not

Whoever did the crime didn’t do it very well

They were supposed to shoot you dead and shoot you good as well

Mitchell, your answer: go over there but if you pack a gun, take that, not
Mel

How could I forget that someone wanted to kill me?

All this time I was standing there they shot at me

They got to tell me that they’re sorry for the thing that they’ve done

Of course I’m gonna tell the cops they shot me with a big gun

We should tell them that they’re bad at aiming in the head

You may think that I‘m a goody but I should be dead (chorus 1