Down the pub, pissed asleep, dope is working, dreaming about a girl so sweet.
I woke up, in a state, to find out, I've been touching up my mate.
[Chorus]
Ooh! What a cringe, I can't believe it's true.
Ooh! What a cringe, there's nothing I can do.
Tried to run, and leave this place, get away, get somewhere and hide my face.
I got up, to leave the scene, they all laughed, at the wet patch on my jeans.
I threw up, loads of beer, world is spinning, laughter ringing in my ears.
Woke up drunk, the next day, check the mirror, "Pissed cunt" written on my face.
1 | Elvis Is Dead |
2 | Pick Your Nose (And Eat It) |
3 | Elvis Is Dead (Live) |
4 | Bare Necessities |
5 | Riot |
6 | Shit British Tour |
7 | Busy Doing Nothing |
8 | Louise Wouldn't Like It |
9 | Reality Calling |
10 | Big Mouth |