Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Infant Sorrow
Performer
Russell Brand
Vocals
Chris Chaney
Bass
Joey Waronker
Drums
Zac Rae
Guitar
Eric Schermerhorn
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Barât
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lyle Workman
Producer
Dan Burns
Engineer
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Drinking gin at half past five
Chattin up a bird with a dodgy eye
I vomit Jaeger on her pasty thighs
Doin a runner when her fella arrives
Drop the pills I'm off me crust
Meet the lads I'm coming up
A cheeky line of devil dust
We're a walking 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
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town
Members only at the club
We give the door blokes head a rub
Seconds later we're off our rocks
In this sweaty 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'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
Door bell ringing at 3 a.m.
The next door neighbour complaining again
What's your fucking problem mate
I'm up for work at half past 8
Calm it Kermit have a beer
We're all decent people here
All these birds he licks his lips
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 mashed up on the town, call the dealer while she's going down)
Let's get fucked (In the morning we're dredged in brown)
Let's get fucked up on the town (breakfast Stellas' at the goose and crown)
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
Let's get fucked!
Writer(s): Carl Barat
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