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drinking gin at half past five
chatting up the bird and with a dodgy eye
i vomit jager in her pasty thighs
do a runner when her fella arrive
drop the pills down off the curst
meet the lads i'm coming up
the cheeky line of devil dust,
we're a wealthy gang of lust
let's get fucked
let's get fucked
let's get fucked up on the town
let's get fucked
let's get fucked
let's get fucked up on the town
let's get fucked
let's get fucked
let's get fucked up on the town
Member only at the club
we give the doorblows had rock
seconds later we're off our rock
in this sweety pumping box
let's get fucked
let's get fucked
let's get fucked up on the town
let's get fucked
let's get fucked
let's get fucked up on the town
let's get fucked
let get fuucked
let's get fucked up on the town
3 am. the next door neighbor complaining again
what's your fucking problem mate
a lot of work at half past eight
come on come on out of there
we're all decent peolple here
wicked mate
let's get fucked
let's get fucked
let's get fucked up on the town
let's get fucked
let's get fucked
let's get fucked up on the town
let's get fucked
let get fuucked
let's get fucked up on the town