Your club is full of overrated, dehydrated, goggled eyed girls
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And they're trying to stare at me
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But their eyes are rattling and they're struggling to see
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And she can't stand still because of sixteen pills that
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she's taken in the mini bus
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Her conscience followed her into the night
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Gave her mum a fright,
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I said "Fuck, that it is her own fault
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For letting her out of your sight"
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And now you're too tired to eat
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And you're too hungry to sleep
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You're hooligans on E and we're too tired to bother with any of you
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Cavorting and snorting your way through the band
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Get your hand out of my trouser leg
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We're turning up tonight but only to knock you down a peg
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And now you're too tired to eat
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And you're too hungry to sleep
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You're hooligans on E and we're too tired to bother with any of you
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Your club is full of overrated, dehydrated, goggled eyed girls
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And they're trying to stare at me
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But their eyes are rattling and they're struggling to see
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And now you're too tired to eat
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And you're too hungry to sleep
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We're Gentlemen, aren't we, and we're too articulate to bother with any of you
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Cavorting
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| The Courteeners |
