Cavorting

Your club is full of overrated, dehydrated, goggled eyed girls And they're trying to stare at me But their eyes are rattling and they're struggling to see And she can't stand still because of sixteen pills that She's taken in the mini bus Her conscience followed her into the night Gave her mum a fright, I said "Fuck, that it is her own fault For letting her out of your sight" And now you're too tired to eat And you're too hungry to sleep You're hooligans on E and we're too tired to bother with any of you Cavorting and snorting your way through the band Get your hand out of my trouser leg I'm turning up tonight but only to knock you down a peg And now you're too tired to eat And you're too hungry to sleep You're hooligans on E and we're too tired to bother with any of you Your club is full of overrated, dehydrated, goggled eyed girls And they're trying to stare at me But their eyes are rattling and they're struggling to see And now you're too tired to eat And you're too hungry to sleep We're Gentlemen, aren't we, and we're too articulate to bother with any of you