Street lights shine bright
Illuminating Watford High Street on a Monday night
Fat slags are dressed to kill
With their short skirts barely covering arse cheeks making me ill
It's student night, I can get in wearing trainers and it's a pound a pint
I drank a hella lotta Stella
When I left my mates, and now I'm ready for a fuck or a fight
Fight
We started off in Baraka to get into Area free
There's a queue at the bar, so come and dance with me
Darling, can you handle it?
We'll build a bridge, and we'll fucking dismantle it
We won't stop dancing because our feet are sore
We won't stop tonight until there's shit on the dance floor
Monday, Watford
Tuesday, in bed
You're barred, what for?
Let's hope next week's like the week before
Manic Mondays, I'm taking a piss down an alley way
As for the gear that you just bought
I hope to God we don't get caught
Caught
Caught! I'll see you in court
Caught! I'll see you in court