Walk into the club
I'm the thinnest guy there
and not only that
I've got the blondest hair
Spending thirty quid
Within an hour
Windmilling on the floor
With a fuckton of power
I'm so thin I don't need to open doors
A fresh gust of wind
And I'm on the floor
Bitch
Don't fuck with me
Or I'll cut you with my pelvis
When I get pissed
I'm convinced I can sing like Elvis
Eddie's, motherfucker
Five quid to get in
But the prices of the drinks
Are a fucking sin
I mean £3 for a pint!
Honestly, it's fucking extortion.
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