Street lights shine bright, 
illuminating Watford High Street on a Monday night.
Fat slags are 'dressed to kill' 
with their short skirts barely covering [bad word] cheeks making me ill.
It's student night, I can get in wearing trainers and it's a pound a pint.
I drank a hella lotta Stella 
when I left my mates and now I'm ready for a [bad word] or a fight.

We started off in Baraka to get into Area free,
there's a queue at the bar [bad word] and dance with me.
Darling, can you handle it? We'll build a bridge and dismantle it.
We wont stop dancing because our feet are sore,
We wont stop tonight until there's [bad word] on the dance floor.

Fight!

Monday, Watford.
Tuesday, in bed.
You're barred, what for?
Let's hope next week's like the week before.

Manic Mondays, I'm taking a [bad word] down an alley way,
as for the gear that you just bought, I hope to God we don't get caught.

Caught!
I'll see you in court.