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Drinking gin at half past fiveWith a dodgy eyeDo it rightWhen the feller rise.Drop the pills down off the curstMeet the lads I'm coming puThe cheeky line of devil dustWe're a wealthy gang of lustLet's get fuckedLet's get fuckedLet's get fucked up on the townLet's get fuckedLet's get fuckedLet's get fucked up on the townLet's get fuckedLet's get fuckedLet's get fucked up on the townLet's get fuckedLet's get fuckedLet's get fucked up on the townSongtexteMemebers only at the clubWESeconds later we're off our rocksIn this sweaty pumping boxLet's get fuckedLet's get fuckedLet's get fucked up on the townLet's get fuckedLet's get fuckedLet's get fucked up on the townLet's get fuckedLet's get fuckedLet's get fucked up on the townLet's get fuckedLet's get fuckedLet's get fucked up on the town3 a.m.The next door neighbor copmlainign againWhat's your fucking problem mateWe're all decent people hereWicked mateLet's get fuckedLet's get fuckedLet's get fucked up on the townLet's get fuckedLet's get fuckedLet's get fucked up on the townLet's get fuckedLet's get fuckedLet's get fucked up on the townLet's get fuckedLet's get fuckedLet's get fucked up on the townLet's get fuckedLet's get fuckedLet's get fucked up on the townLet's get fucked! Aus Songtexte Mania