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10 Past 10, the word’s around

There’s a party going down in Newport town

Loads of free booze and they gonna feed us

I steps to it in my new white Adidas

Like comedy, with John Candy

It’s funny to see, my mate Ballsey

You think he’s got the munchies and he’s eating a Snickers

But he’s walking around the kitchen in your mothers knickers

Party in the bedroom, the kitchen and the corridor

Everybody’s high cos I’m the fucking draw ambassador

No smoking, what the fuck is that

I’ll cane your 9-bar and I’ll rob your fuckin' 4-pack

It’s a house party like Kid N Play

The DJ’s being sick in the fucking hallway

Chain Gang crew and we’re back on the draw

It’s the party get on the dance floor!

10 Past 10, the party’s on

So get down, and smoke a bong!

10 Past 10, the party’s on

So get down, and smoke a bong!

You knows!

Sambuca, Tenants Super, just lager, rose wine — the pink stuff, error vodka!

Weed, Eggies, Builders Whizz, Mushrooms

Yellow Pages and French polishes

Antique tables and expensive furs

Oh son, you’re never gonna learn

The living room carpet’s full of fag burns!

Everybody’s high with the lights down low

At the house party, or is it a bungalow?

Feeling the vibe, and letting it flow

Just had a bong, now its going really slow

You’re turning white and you’re stumbling upstairs

You’re like the zombie from my fucking nightmares

You’re turning green with the thousand yard stares

Covered in sick, but you just don’t care!

Oh 11pm things are just getting started

The music gets louder all the dickheads have departed

I roll myself a jazzy then I sit back and wait

For my boys to come back from the pub with a crate

In your mum’s drinks cabinet, break out the Pimms

And the Bristol Creams, it’s like an episode of Skins

Wasted! Lost control of my bowels

Run out of toilet paper so I’m using your towels!

10 past 12 turn up the bass

Turn up the treble, I’m off my face!

10 past 12 turn up the bass

Turn up the treble, I’m off my face!

They got Gordons Gin, Grand Mariner, Metaxa, Bells Whisky, and Baileys Original

Irish Cream

10 past 2 the council knocks the door

The music’s too loud and it stinks of draw

Some kids naked walking around with a stiff

And your next door neighbour’s with the vicar having spliff

I can’t believe it — where are all the birds?

I’m not gonna pull so I break out the herbs

Shit on the walls like my man Bobby Sands

This party’s got me fucked and it’s ruined my plans

Oh, you got any draw there?

I think Paul’s got draw

I don’t…I haven’t got any draw left… I'll have to go through the

ashtrays do roach-head classics

10 past 6 it’s all gone wrong

Run out of weed nothing left for my bong!

10 past 6 it’s all gone wrong

Run out of weed nothing left for my bong!

Who’s at the door? It’s the police, shit, shit, it’s the police.

Is it the police? Who’s at the door?

Just as the fucking Ecky’s kicking in as well man!

Fuck I’m going into space!

I’m not doing time for wrecking someone’s house up

It’s not even my house, I don’t even know where we are!

Who’s house is it?!

Fucking hell it is the police an all!

Shit!

Where’s Paul gone?!

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