Russell Brand - Gang Of Lust | Текст песни

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Drinking gin at half past five
Chatting up a bird
With a dodgy eye
A bottle of jagger
On a plastic pipe
Doin a runner
When the feller rise.

Drop the pills down off the curst
Meet the lads I'm coming up
The cheeky line of devil dust
We're a wealthy gang of lust

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Memebers only at the club
We give the door blokes hit her up
Seconds later we're off our rocks
In this sweaty pumping box

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Door bell ringing at 3 a.m.
The next door neighbor copmlainign again
What's your fucking problem mate
I left work at half past eight
Calm it Kermit have a beer
We're all decent people here
All these birds he licks his lips
Wicked mate

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked!

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