Russell Brand - Gang of Lust lyrics

Drinking gin at half past five Chattin up a bird with a dodgy eye I vomit Jaeger on her pasty thighs Doin a runner when her fella arrives Drop the pills I'm off me crust Meet the lads I'm coming up A cheeky line of devil dust We're a walking gang of lust Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed up on the town Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed up on the town Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed up on the town Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed up on the town Members only at the club We give the door blokes head a rub Seconds later we're off our rocks In this sweaty pumping box Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed up on the town Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed up on the town Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed up on the town Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed up on the town Door bell ringing at 3 a.m The next door neighbour complaining again What's your f**ing problem mate I'm up for work at half past 8 Calm it Kermit have a beer We're all decent people here All these birds he licks his lips Wicked mate Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed up on the town Let's get f**ed (Let's get mashed up on the town, call the dealer while she's going down) Let's get f**ed (In the morning we're dredged in brown) Let's get f**ed up on the town (breakfast Stellas' at the goose and crown) Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed up on the town Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed up on the town Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed Let's get f**ed up on the town Let's get f**ed!