Thirsty Thursday [Live from Maida Vale]

Back of the pub with a Mandela

I remember when I used to live in a cellar-ella

Don't tell me to go home, I'll do what I want to

Livin' impromptu, oh yeah

Yo, so what's the plan? I'll get a couple of cans

I just got a new number straight outta Matalan

And the plan is to get as fucked as I can

And then become my worst fan

Every weekend

Yeah, at the weekend

I see the grandest of characters every weekend

I burn my cash into ashes, yeah, every weekend

Yeah, in the deep-end, deep-end on the weekend

We're gonna sleep minimally, then repeat

With me, for the lads out here with all their mates in HMP

The deep-end, in the deep-end, for the weekend

Yeah, every weekend

I can't-, I can't, I can't find me feet

It's me, praying for thirsty Thursday to peek

The anxieties creepin' in

'Cause me and me girlfriend ain't speakin'

Ain't speakin', she say she's leavin'

Tryna figure out if it is or ain't convenient

Because me and my mate, Taylor

Just put down a wager

To down a pint first, I gotta beat him

I gotta beat him, into this evenin'

I'm at the back of the pub and we're all steamin'

She's got her nails done too, and she is gleamin'

And after I liven up, she'll bring the bloody house down

Been workin' all week, so tonight is about now

And Saturday's due to be a worthy turnout

What more do you need, man?

The birds and the bees are chocking the dance floor to see a magical scene

Yeah, at the weekend

I see the grandest of characters every weekend

I burn my cash into ashes, yeah, every weekend

Yeah, in the deep-end, deep-end on the weekend

We're gonna sleep minimally, then repeat

With me, for the birds out here that raise their kids single-handedly

The deep-end, in the deep-end, for the weekend

Yeah, every weekend

Yeah, every weekend

I see the grandest of characters every weekend