Common! The weekend has landed

Common!

The weekend has landed

All they exist now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties

I ve got 48 hours off from the world, man

I'm goin to blow steam out of my head like a screming kettle

I'm going to talk cod shit to strangers all night

I'm going to lose the plot on the dance floor

The free radicals inside me are freakin man!

Tonight, I'm Jip Travolta

I'm Peter Popper

I'm going to never-never land with my chosen family, man

Were gonna get more spaced out than Neil Armstrong ever did

Anything could happen tonight

You know?

This could be the best night of my life

I ve got 73 quid in my back burner

I'm gonna wax the lot, man

(outro)

The milky bars on me