You don't need Chardonnay
No sushi, no pate
Just get your mates around
Some ba*tard on the ground
Boot Party
Accepted etiquette
Is spilling the claret
We damn near could use bibs
Tonight we're having ribs
Just keep the lighting low
A lonely street lamp's glow
Into it's frightened ray
Will walk tonight's entree
Tomorrow's Monday, mate
We're back to lives we hate
We take revenge tonight
You could be next invite