Gang of lust

drinking gin at half past five
chatting up the bird and with a dodgy eye
i vomit jager in her pasty thighs
do a runner when her fella arrive
drop the pills down off the curst
meet the lads i'm coming up
the cheeky line of devil dust,
we're a wealthy gang of lust

let's get fuc***
let's get fuc***
let's get fuc*** up on the town
let's get fuc***
let's get fuc***
let's get fuc*** up on the town
let's get fuc***
let's get fuc***
let's get fuc*** up on the town

Member only at the club
we give the doorblows had rock
seconds later we're off our rock
in this sweety pumping box let's get fuc***
let's get fuc***
let's get fuc*** up on the town
let's get fuc***
let's get fuc***
let's get fuc*** up on the town
let's get fuc***
let get fuucked
let's get fuc*** up on the town

3 am. the next door neighbor complaining again
what's your fuc*** problem mate
a lot of work at half past eight
come on come on out of there
we're all decent peolple here
wicked mate

let's get fuc***
let's get fuc***
let's get fuc*** up on the town
let's get fuc***
let's get fuc***
let's get fuc*** up on the town
let's get fuc***
let get fuucked
let's get fuc*** up on the town