Infant Sorrow, Russell Brand - Gang of Lust lyrics

Drinking gin at half past five
Chattin up a bird with a dodgy eye
I vomit Jaeger on her pasty thighs
Doin a runner when her fella arrives

Drop the pills I'm off me crust
Meet the lads I'm coming up
A cheeky line of devil dust
We're a walking gang of lust

Let's get fucked let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Members only at the club
We give the door blokes head a rub
Seconds later we're off our rocks
In this sweaty pumping box

Let's get fucked let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Door bell ringing at 3 am
The next door neighbour complaining again
What's your fucking problem mate
I'm up for work at half past 8
Calm it Kermit have a beer
We're all decent people here
All these birds he licks his lips
Wicked mate

Let's get fucked let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked
(Let's get mashed up on the town
Call the dealer while she's going down)
Let's get fucked
(In the morning we're dredged in brown)
Let's get fucked up on the town
(breakfast Stellas' at the goose and crown)

Let's get fucked let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked let's get fucked
Let's get fucked up on the town

Let's get fucked!