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 | Reality Calling |
| 6 | Shit British Tour |
| 7 | Big Mouth |
| 8 | Louise Wouldn't Like It |
| 9 | Busy Doing Nothing |
| 10 | Riot |