Ladz Ladz Ladz

Night out with the ladz

Don your Topman pulling shirt

Inhale into your pants

Turn your cunt dial up to nine

And don’t forget your bantz

No mate, you can’t bring your girlfriend

This one’s just for ladz

Boys only, we’re not queer

Fosters tops are not dear

Feeling like Reservoir Dogs

More like presenting Top Gear

Form a queue outside the bogs

Cos Vinnie’s brought some top gear

Oi mate, where’s the fanny at?

Smash her mate and marry that

That’s a girl

Not a that

Vinnie’s having none of that

That’s because Vinnie’s a twat

Why’ve you gotta talk so loud?

I’m only stood right here

Why do you stop swearing

Whenever a girl comes near?

As if you’re being courteous

Like she could give a shit

Her mates talk even dirtier

You condescending prick

Won’t admit

Funny girls even exist

Come on, are we getting pissed, or what?

Down a Jager, neck a shot

Chug whatever else you’ve got

Slam tequila, sip a Bud

Now are we all feeling good?

Speak your mind, don’t preach

Twenty-nine pounds each

Waste of time, don’t teach

What his mind can’t reach.

Fading popularity with age

Naming no names

Who needs personality when you got drinking games

Hiding holes in character

Conversation barrier

As long as we’re all battered

We’re the LADS LADS LADS

Thinking doesn’t matter

With the LADS LADS LADS

Vinnie’s looking twatted

What a LAD LAD LAD

Leave your morals thataway

On it every Saturday

Tryna be a modern thinking LAD LAD LAD