It's quarter to eleven He's been here since 7 Waiting on the smell of the smoke Cos he knows when he goes All out with the clothes he'll be sipping on her vodka and coke And raise your hand if you've heard of our band I've never seen a room so dead Middle Light? Pressurised? Thick Witted? Or lights? Maybe I'll just go home to bed And I don't wanna see you go home Tonight I'll share a head and a bed With you tonight Well it smells like bleach And it's time for the speech Everybody gather round And you over there Stop playing with his hair I can see you looking at the ground Well you my dear Represent what I fear Cos everything you say is lies I don't know where to go cos I know if I go Then I'll probably ruin tonight And it's not my fault That we're standin here Listening to you And it's not my fault That we're standin here Listening to you Meanwhile His animal style Has got himself a bird He just looked in her eyes Took a sip of her wine And he didn't have to say a word I've got a netball game And it's starting to rain Can we please just call it a night? And as the crowd gathers round There's someone on the ground I think he's lost the verbal fight And I don't wanna see you go home Tonight I'll share a head and a bed With you tonight Do it do do do it