Hen Night Lyrics

The pub went hush, could hear a fag drop, A glass vibrates on the table top. Far away, a worrying sound, The rumble of flesh, from the other side of town.

Sup up your beer, collect your fags, Before we're hit by flying jam rags, Clattering heels and giggling squeals, They scream, they howl, they hiss, Totter down the cobbles, teeshirts a wobble, It's the hen night on the piss.

"We're not fussy who we're shagging, Just get us a rum and black in, We'll shag geordies, we'll shag scousers, Get your cocks out of your trousers"
I'm buried beneath giggling flesh. A size fourteen in a size eight dress, Spritzers spilled, cameras flash, Your knee's full of arse, Your 'tache is full of gash, Handbags swinging, drunken singing: "Show us yer knob" and "Gissa kiss", Chippendales then chips and ale, It's the hen night on the piss

"We're not fussy who we're shagging, Just get us a rum and black in, We'll shag geordies, we'll shag scousers, Get your cocks out of your trousers"

To Fade

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