Neil McLellan - Ibiza lyrics

[Chorus] Ibiza (Ibiza) Ibiza Ibiza (Ibiza) Don't fall off the rocks Ibiza (Ibiza) Ibiza Ibiza (Ibiza) [Verse 1] Ready mix, packet of Smash Sex cults 6 packs lash Drum edge No tone, they're faceless, the mix on sticks Ibiza's rotten encrusted rocks Transmit, transmit (transmit) [Pre-Chorus] What's he f**in' doing? What's he f**in' doing? What's he f**in' doing? What's he f**in' doing? [Chorus] Ibiza (Ibiza) Ibiza Ibiza (Ibiza) Don't fall off the rocks [Verse 2] Plug it in, pre-mixed, all bought it It's all about the gear Bleached-hair wa*king mates just flown in on the Lear Private-jet, personal flyer All Danny, all f**ing Dyer Straights eight quid a packet? f** that, I'm on the baccy mate (transmit) [Pre-Chorus] What's he f**in' doing? What's he f**in' doing? What's he f**in' doing? What's he f**in' doing? [Chorus] Ibiza (Ibiza) Ibiza Ibiza (Ibiza) Don't fall off the rocks Ibiza (Ibiza) Ibiza Ibiza (Ibiza) What's he f**in' doing? [Outro] (Eject the alarms off) Cause the music, you're so darn dull (Eject the alarms off) Cause the music, all darn dull Stare (Eject the alarms off) Cause the music, you're so darn dull (Eject the alarms off) Cause the music, all darn dull What's he f**in' doing?