Heard there 's a party in the town, so I 've got me beer and Merrydown.
Got me bottles and me cans, gotta get in if I can.
No invitation, but it don 't stop me,
No invitation, gatecrash yer party,
No invitation, but it don 't stop me.
Though I don 't know no-one here, i 'll still take yer food and drugs and beer.
And as I don 't live here I don 't care, if I start to throw-up everywhere.
Gonna screw a bird in yer bog, gonna be sick as a dog.
Gonna crash out in yer bed 'cos I 'm gonna be pissed outta me head.
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