Section 6Ix

Ch: Take me back to the 90s.

Smoking buckets and lines of speed.

Curtain haircuts, Michael Jordans.

Amen breaks all over the hardcore 'n

Ring up the rave on the partyline.

Cars line up and it's party time.

Couple o' drops of LSD25,

It's three for a bens but I'm getting in 5.

V1: I miss those days, we used to go raving,

Every weekend without fail in a convoy,

Heading out to Great Sailing,

Six in a car but I think we'll get 8 in.

Rockin' up to a massive shed.

Couple o' bods with dogs,

Ready to get bangin' heads.

But there's never any barneys,

Just a bunch of pill heads

All ready to party.

Smarties selling like hotcakes,

I've got 8 left,

Four of those have got names on,

Time to find my acid liason.

I'ma get mad, get my tripping game on

Rave on 'til about 6,7,8,9.

Fine in about 6-7 days time.

Ready to do it again wi' the sesh gremlins

Hoping these raving days are never ending!

Ch: Take me back to the 90s.

Smoking buckets and lines of speed.

Curtain haircuts, Michael Jordans.

Amen breaks all over the hardcore 'n

Ring up the rave on the partyline.

Cars line up and it's party time.

Couple o' drops of LSD25,

It's three for a bens but I'm getting in 5.

Bag full o' Benny Hills in my sky rocket.

Four for a score all day, no stopping it.

Double droppin', on a proper tip,

As we're boppin' in,

Non-stop, it don't get no better than this.

I'ma mess next to the best heads to this.

Never get better than whatever it is.

All wrecked and we're leaving this shed in bits,

And if the feds turn up, it's "SECTION SIX!"

V2: Never better than when I'm givin' it large,

On the dancefloor, to the hardcore or the drum 'n' bass.

In your face; we mash up the place,

Tie up your shoelace, put on your bass face,

Race to the stage, head in a speaker.

Warehouse rave or a massive arena,

We run that spot, getting everybody pickin' their feet up.

Heads up, nodding "How you doin' my geezer?"

Since I was about 16, Ive been lovin' the raves,

Lovin' the parties, lovin' the scene.

23 years on I couldn't be more keen,

To bring back what we had back in the 90s.

Flying high and free with smiley peeps.

Hands up in the sky it's time to reach for the lasers.

Anyone on the 'capers'.

Out to all my old skool ravers!

Ch: Take me back to the 90s.

Smoking buckets and lines of speed.

Curtain haircuts, Michael Jordans.

Amen breaks all over the hardcore 'n

Ring up the rave on the partyline.

Cars line up and it's party time.

Couple o' drops of LSD25,

It's three for a bens but I'm getting in 5.

Bag full o' Benny Hills in my sky rocket.

Four for a score all day, no stopping it.

Double droppin', on a proper tip,

As we're boppin' in,

Non-stop, it don't get no better than this.

I'ma mess next to the best heads to this.

Never get better than whatever it is.

All wrecked and we're leaving this shed in bits,

And if the feds turn up, it's "SECTION SIX!"

Br: "We'll never get the raving era back,

Those golden days are gone,

That's all we can do now is to look back,

Before standing still with a smartphone in your hand,

We used to 'av it large and throw those fcuking hands up, man."

Ch: Take me back to the 90s.

Smoking buckets and lines of speed.

Curtain haircuts, Michael Jordans.

Amen breaks all over the hardcore 'n

Ring up the rave on the partyline.

Cars line up and it's party time.

Couple o' drops of LSD25,

It's three for a bens but I'm getting in 5.

Bag full o' Benny Hills in my sky rocket.

Four for a score all day, no stopping it.

Double droppin', on a proper tip,

As we're boppin' in,

Non-stop, it don't get no better than this.

I'ma mess next to the best heads to this.

Never get better than whatever it is.

All wrecked and we're leaving this shed in bits,

And if the feds turn up, it's "SECTION SIX!"