[Intro]

And action

Just got a parking fine

But I'm dressed to the nines, who cares?

Just sold a few tickets, racked up a few digits, lovely

Yeah, lads on their way 'round

A few tequilas spare

But I've most of them 'cause I'm a mare

But in a few instances, I'll be right there

Yeah, come on, squat party, warehouse

Lovely jubbly (Oi)

Country's gone right down the pan

But as long as I'm an house music fan

I'll be there with a four-pack of cans, lovely

As long there's no grasses, though

God I hate fuckin' grasses

Thеy should just fuck off if they've long gone past it

Bastards

Fucking grassеs

Just keep them eyelids closed

If I had a couple of strong paper clips

I'd clip their fuckin' eyelids closed

[Verse 1]

Oi, yeah, lads through the door ready to market

Few tequilas spare ,sharpish

Down the Gregory Peck

Bit of cologne on the chest

Tom Ford, yes

Got the text, postcode address, conquest

Lads in their Sunday best, lovely

Uber outside the crescent

Lads peacockin', no pheasant

Heard Sheila's gonna be present too

Fancied her since about year two

Nowadays I heard she loves a bit of gear too

Driver, drop the gear down from three to two

'Round the corner, here you go dudes

Here's a tip for ya, geeza

He had the old school tunes playing

Got us right in the mood

Door number thirty-two, interlude

[Interlude]

[?]

You alright darling, Lulu?

Were downstairs, can't quite find the route

Give us a sec, Hak, I'll be down and find you in a few

Alright, lovely

[Verse 2]

Straight down the stairs, straight through

Fairy lights, decorations, everyone;s in some sort of two-step mediation revolution

Lovely

Sheila's looking like the munchies

Curly hair tied up in a coupla bunches

With a coupla scrunchies

Moving a bit abruptly

That'll be the vodka and the packet she clutching

Corrr, can't be too keen

Corrr, wuite the dream she is

More, more, more everything

Tequila, reefa

Head spinning like a seizure

Dealing ether out to a coupla beautiful, beautiful creatures

Cracking on

Shiela's packet gone

Coupla freebies and a cheeky kiss on the cheek later

I learned she's got a fella

Cheeky Cinderella

Still giving me the eye though

Lulu, this party's sick

Treacles dancing on the sofa

Altogether, let's have a photo (Oi, oi)

2 AM, 3AM, 4 AM, session

Taylor's caught himself an absolute weapon

[Interlude]

Ahh ahh

He's gonna need more than a few seconds in there

Corr, blimey, look at the stare

She's bloody fabulous to be fair

Haha

Blimey

[Outro]

Yeah, what was that

A wonderful three hundred seconds?

They're out the carsi now and they're still necking on

I blame Lulu

This party's one in a trillion!

Wow, Sheila's dancing a bit close now

Fuck, she's off again

Oh, she's back now

Teasing the Malteaser

Always been a crowd pleaser she has

Can't let her have me up

Always had the Medusa touch she has

Gotta be strong, here, tequila

Ooft, shit, vodka straight

That'll make my body shake

Back in the rave, but it's too fucking late

Crash

The boys in blue, they've come to infiltrate

The bloody lights are on, tit heads everywhere

Regroup

Ezeikel, Taylor, Vernon, Major, out the back stat

Jumped straight out the alley

Coupla grassy skallies taking pictures

Far from a charismatic exit

But just another night to scratch off the tally

Doolally