White jeans, rolled up sleeves

Got my air force ones I'm feeling supreme

Get me down to a dance hall

Prop me up on a bar stool

Six quid for a vodka got me angry

Short skirts, boys in shirts

And I can taste their spite yeah I can feel their smirks

You're gonna treat me like a dunce then I'm gonna act like a dunce

Where the fuck are the haired conce

I want the starry night

Sky to be shining

Above your head circles cartoonishly

Spider webs clog up your

Fight or flight reflexes

Man I feel good when I've had a drink

Yes please, two more for me Steve

And a packet of crispies me thinks

Yeah nothing beats a cheeky couple of drinks

About enough for a football team

Step outside, go for a fag

And some prick comes and asks me for a drag

You having a bubble son, already warned you once

I'm on the hunt for the haired conce

I want the starry night

Sky to be shining

Above your head circles cartoonishly

Spider webs clog up your

Fight or flight reflexes

Man I feel good when I've had a drink

Dusty white cloud as we

Rumble and tumble and

Give you a black eye cartoonishly

Lay on the floor as I'm

Stomping your humbled yeah

Man I feel good when I've had a drink