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Bag of gear no idea where he's gonna go
Will he keep on getting drunk or will he go back home
Vodka lime, what's the time, in my prime
Cus' I
Know in the morning it'll all be fine
I wanna wanna wanna wanna
I wanna wanna ooh
I wanna wanna wanna wanna
I wanna wanna ooh
Half past ten not again
How's he getting home?
He woke up hungry and he's cold and he's all alone
It's getting late can see straight, where's his mates
But he thinks going home but there's lines on a plate ahh
I wanna wanna wanna wanna
I wanna wanna ooh
I wanna wanna wanna wanna
I wanna wanna ooh
Friday nights, drunken fights staying on his toes
Taxi cab on the slabs, now he's made it home
"Is this a dream? Where you been? Who you seen."
"Cus' I know you never left with those holes in your jeans"
I wanna wanna wanna wanna
I wanna wanna ooh
I wanna wanna wanna wanna
I wanna wanna ooh
I wanna wanna wanna
Asks his freinds what happened
Does he wanna know?
Bloody hands darkened eyes and a broken nose
No more gear, filled with fear, dripping tears
And he'll do it all again when the weekend comes