We're off on holiday
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.
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!'
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 fuck to do when he sees my 'I love
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.
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.'