Single $0.5
Album $5
The production alias of Sean De Souza. Collaborations from Chris Purcell, Amberley Crediton, Michael Ashcroft and Bella Chipperfield are featured on the LP titl
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:53
Lyrics
The boys are getting pumped, they’re going to a club. We’re gonna don our best shirts, metrosexual and bright. A handful of gel and shaving cream as well. The razor blades slides off then you spray on some smell. Now your jeans ideally being clean. But it doesn’t really matter because everybody knows. If you don’t drop your first drink someone else will. But don’t start a fight; it’s not what the ladies like. Shirts, slacks and spirits were just what we asked for. Beautiful girls all over the dance floor. Caught up in the moment the shot glasses tumbling. Before you know it, you’ll be screaming and dancing. Jump up and down to your favorite tunes. That beautiful girl moves closer to you. You’re glancing at her and now she’s looking too. And finally the time comes to make your move. Shirts, slacks and spirits. Pre drink, because we’re all f*** ing skint. A crate on the floor let the games begin. International rules any excuse to consume. Plastered in the hour and we’re ready to go. Hammer and Jackson and Usher and Justin. We’ll dance like them until the early morning. Been waiting for this all week now its finally here. The weekend’s for sleeping the night will begin. Then you arrive at the club. Throw away your travelling beer as you near. Step up to the door and the bouncer looks round. He doesn’t look happy in his jet black gown. ID’s please that’s the name of the game. Then he looks down and disgust hits his face. Then you look down you realize in dismay. The reason you won’t be coming in today. You’re wearing trainers and your jeans are ripped. Your fashion sense the bouncer doesn’t give a sh** . Your ID’s gone and he ain’t impressed. You start to argue and then it’s the end. Shirts, slacks and spirits were just what you asked for. But now you’re off home in the freezing cold. You’ve only got a skinny thin shirt on. Your beer jackets worn off now you start to shiver. You look through the window you’re friends are all dancing. The beautiful girls in the mood for romancing. You’re chasing the bus and you hope that you catch it. The next ones so far away you might as well walk back. Shirts, slacks and spirits.
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