We're off on holiday to Marbella We’re going to get laid by some greasy fellahs We want some lump that's going to plate us And we're going to get under some Italian waiters Dragged this daygo back to the hotel He’s got a nice body, but he didn't half smell He was kicking and squealing, but I wasn't proud, I said: 'Come on, spic, get a hard on, now!' Dance round your handbags My boyfriend's a twat, he's getting on my tits He hasn't shagged me for a week coz he’s always too pissed But he won’t know what the fu*k to do when he sees my 'I love Jose’ tattoo He can do as he pleases, but he's getting my diseases I waxed my knicker line and he called me a slag He's getting no nookie when I get back He's on the couch and I’m on the rag Dance round your handbags 'Julie? Are you coming to the bogs? Them ones by the bar tried to give us a snog I can tell by the bulge in their trousers That they're hung like horses and not like mouses.' Dance round your handbags