Gatecrasher

I'm a Gatecrasher

Always crashing gates

Always crashing late

And crashing with my mates

I said I'm a Gatecrasher

Always crashing gates

A gate was made for crashing

When my black Hackett jacket's spanking

And my feet are looking classic

I'm smashing it

Sorry mate I'm crashing it

When I'm out my gate in a rented Cayenne

On the fast lane to pick up my mate

I ain't crashing the whip

I ain't crashing the whip

When the pedal's scraping the floor mate

And the destination is your gates

We're coming to crash innit

We're coming to crash innit

When the back door becomes the entrance

'Cause the front door's just long

There's about to be a crash

There's about to be a crash

I mean what else to do on a Friday night

After Jonathan Ross, stay indoors and cotch

I'm better off in your front room

In the corner where the most green bottles are

Refilling Chanel and Chantelle's cups

In the middle of Chanel and Chantelle's cups

Getting to fill Chanel and Chantelle's cups

I'm crashing mate 'til the postman comes

I'm a Gatecrasher

Always crashing gates

Always crashing late

And crashing with my mates

I said I'm a Gatecrasher

Always crashing gates

A gate was made for crashing

Lace up my Kim Jones looking magic

Zip up my black bomber jacket

Tony you're smashing it

You're ready to smash innit

Back up against the wall with my crashers

Is where we hang before crashing

Shall we crash innit

So let's crash innit

Look left and right for blue lights flashing

They always wanna come crashing

And check if we're crashing and shit

But we say we ain't crashing shit

Crash through your gate, stroll to your doorstep