Lyrics The Prodigy

The Prodigy

Ibiza

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ibiza

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Don't fall off the rocks

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ibiza

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Benedict, can I get a smash sex course

Six pack slash drum edge

No tone, they're faceless, the mix on sticks

Ibiza's rotten encrusted rocks

Transmit, transmit (transmit)

What's he fuckin' doing?

What's he fuckin' doing?

What's he fuckin' doing?

What's he fuckin' doing?

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ibiza

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ibiza

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Don't fall off the rocks

Plug it in, pre-mixed, all bought it

It's all about the gear

Bleached-hair wanking mates just flown in on the Lear

Private-jet, personal flyer

All Danny, all fucking Dyer

Straights eight quid a packet?

Fuck that, I'm on the baccy mate (transmit)

What's he fuckin' doing?

What's he fuckin' doing?

What's he fuckin' doing?

What's he fuckin' doing?

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ibiza

Ibiza (Ibiza)

Don't fall off the rocks

What's he fuckin' doing?

(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 fuckin' doing?