Cavorting

Your club is full of overrated, dehydrated, goggled eyed girls

And they're trying to stare at me

But their eyes are rattling and they're struggling to see

And she can't stand still because of sixteen pills that

she's taken in the mini bus

Her conscience followed her into the night

Gave her mum a fright,

I said "Fuck, that it is her own fault

For letting her out of your sight"

And now you're too tired to eat

And you're too hungry to sleep

You're hooligans on E and we're too tired to bother with any of you

Cavorting and snorting your way through the band

Get your hand out of my trouser leg

We're turning up tonight but only to knock you down a peg

And now you're too tired to eat

And you're too hungry to sleep

You're hooligans on E and we're too tired to bother with any of you

Your club is full of overrated, dehydrated, goggled eyed girls

And they're trying to stare at me

But their eyes are rattling and they're struggling to see

And now you're too tired to eat

And you're too hungry to sleep

We're Gentlemen, aren't we, and we're too articulate to bother with any of you