Words creep to the top of my mind and take flight 
As they leave my lips to incite a good time 
And I'm so excited from this party vibe that my eyes pop sockets and They hit the night

This musical mode will make you move a [bad word] load 
So [bad word] good even straight men get the bone 
I use a JCB when I lower the tone to put a smile on your face 
like a garden gnome

If you got no dignity [bad word] to see me 
Get up out your couch and smash your TV's 
We’re so fresh we help you breathe with ease 
Brewing more flavour than a pot of chai tea

The live show gets through to the back row 
We’re sound pro's taking hold of your cake holes 
Attracting attention like a prominent mole boozed up monkeys 
All on a roll

This place makes my heart pump 
When I'm feeling low this lifts me up 
Suddenly life’s worries don't mean much 
Cause I'm living in a place they can't touch

I don't pick up the mic I just grab it
And grip it like horny girls holding vibrating rabbits and 
I can't shake the habit of ripping down stages while impressing with my Rhyme and slap stick

I tend not to hush instead I cause a fuss 
I talk so dirty even Anne Summers has to blush 
And when I turn on the party too much straight laced suburbanite's flip out 
Riot on the bus