Who's out revelling in the queue for the Indie night?

Stringent cut to the side and cheese it tight

Cool and the gang got me looking round

Good god that boy’s just bringing us down

Never bore, you've got everybody laughing

It looks to me like you don't get out often, darling

To stand out in the scene, you've got to fit in

Or next week, I guarantee you'll be singing

Clique clique club, where be the love?

Clique clique club, where be the love?

Clique clique club, where be the love?

Clique clique club, where be the love?

Clique clique club, we’ve had enough

Pissed up, push into a posh girl talking about art

Turning 'round the corner, she’ll be tearing me apart

Spitting spite with a coke eyed glow

I think I’ll be getting my coat

Clique clique clique

Clique clique clique

Clique clique clique

It's enough to make you sick!

Ooh what a fool, don’t he know who be with me

Tryna’ get in with a [????]

Ego, pride, racking up and talking bull-[(-shit)]

All night hanging 'round the cubicle

Clique clique club, where be the love?

Clique clique club, where be the love?

Clique clique club, where be the love?

Clique clique club, where be the love?

Clique clique club, we’ve had enough