Escape from Ibiza

Uh, we got a runner in four Uh, runner in gold section Someone's trying to escape! Flew in late on a Friday night With a sweet called Eric whose jeans were too tight I let him read my WHSmith Ibizan lifestyle Listen to an in-flight mix from Jules And I'm looking down on the swimming pools And I'm trying to match up DJs with their pool size Got out the airport and the sun went down Go find a room in the old town Met the MOS red deep tan shoes from Prada's sports range There in the bar about to start my mission When my world turned messy with a new acquisition "Take it" she said, "yeah, they're- they're from the mainland" And now gold bikinis, they're chasing me Seemed a good idea to take another three Someone said we'd been at "OKI's best set ever, man!" Fluffy bras and silver shirts Painted bodies and microskirts The cab driver said he'd get us all into Sasha "It's no problem" Gotta get away, you gotta do it now Gotta get away, you gotta do it now Gotta get away, you gotta escape from Ibiza San Antonio night called "Free-Range Breasts" Put on by a Geordie in a grey night vest He said he'd weigh me in if I handed out his flyers Girl called Sue from the Leatherhead Exploits with three in a single bed But then she mutated into Brandon Block I said "I have to go now" Is this military test on sleep depravation? Paranoid rumours in the new house nation I was gonna ride to freedom with someone's teeth in my scooter Nastiness and man, you're mission impossible Ended up in the Ibizan hospital Something inserted that really... shouldn't... be there Well Rob the Bank is looking hostile Trying to stick a Vicks inhaler up my nostril He told me too, he was trying to escape from Ibiza Gotta get away, you gotta do it now Gotta get away, you gotta do it now Gotta get away, you gotta escape from Ibiza Gotta get away, you gotta do it now Gotta get away, you gotta do it now Gotta get away, you gotta escape from Ibiza No, I don't wanna do a Frank Baum (?) Someone help, I've gotta get off Ibiza I pierced every part I could put a ring I turned to my back and there's a stud in my ting I woke up on the beach in the middle of a Spanish family Had space on the balcony, did a four day set Lost two stone, made ten promises to lend Let's all go live a communal lifestyle on Ibiza There at the end screaming "One more tune!" It's way past summer, it's way past noon I need another bug so I snorted my factor twenty sunblock Oh, I thought it was valiant, back in my room But my heart's a-beating and my mind's gone "Schoom!" Got the blue mixed up with the white Oh, I'll go back to Charlie Chester's Well I managed to carry (?) box It's all been worth it and I'm off to detox I've lost my ticket, I can never escape from Ibiza! Gotta get away, you gotta do it now Gotta get away, you gotta do it now Gotta get away, you gotta escape from Ibiza Gotta get away, you gotta do it now Gotta get away, you gotta do it now Gotta get away, you gotta escape from Ibiza Escape from Ibiza!