Street lights shine bright,
illuminating Watford High Street on a Monday night.
Fat slags are dressed to k**
with their short skirts barely covering arse cheeks making me ill.
Its student night, I can get in wearing trainers and its a pound a pint.
I drank a hella lotta Stella
when I left my mates and now Im ready for a f** or a fight.
We started off in Baraka to get into Area free,
theres a queue at the bar so come and dance with me.
Darling, can you handle it? Well build a bridge and dismantle it.
We wont stop dancing because our feet are sore,
We wont stop tonight until theres sh** on the dance floor.
Fight!
Monday, Watford.
Tuesday, in bed.
Youre barred, what for?
Lets hope next weeks like the week before.
Manic Mondays, Im taking a piss down an alley way,
as for the gear that you just bought, I hope to God we dont get caught.
Caught!
Ill see you in court.