Boys, boys, lads, lads Drowning worries in a glass Blacked out hazy weekends Memories still seething It's bottled up by bottles But who needs troubles when you feel so alive? Three striped 90's man Thinking he's still Peter Pan Ready for the right hook as a licence to let go again Ignoring protocol Screaming out for 'Wonderwall' Tonight, tonight, We could have it all alright? (But you're too focused on your reflection) Hello, goodbye Did I get her number right? (What was her intention?) Did I get her number right? Hen nights girls crowd at the bar Dressed all up in pink attire One lad goes to try his luck Don't know what he said but One slap straight across the cheek And he's back at the fruit machine Tonight, tonight, We could have it all alright? (But you're too focused on your reflection) Hello, goodbye Did I get her number right? (What was her intention?) Did I get her number right? Tonight, tonight, did I get her number right? Hey!