| Lyrics: | We had a foreign holiday in Tiermarbelly,
We're gonna get laid by some greasy fellas,
We
want some lump that's gonna fer plate us,
And we're gettin' under some Itallian
waiters,
Dragged this Dago back fer hotel,
He's got a fit body but he doesn't half
stink,
Kicking and squealing but I looked round,
I said come on slick, get a hard on
now.
Dance dance, round your handbags,
Dance dance, round your handbags,
Dance dance,
round your handbags,
Now.
Me boyfriend's a twat,
He's getting on me tits,
An' he
hasn't shagged us for a week 'cos he's always too pissed,
And he won't know what the fuck to
do,
When he sees me |
