The Prodigy, Sleaford Mods - Ibiza lyrics

[The Prodigy, Sleaford Mods - Ibiza lyrics]

Ibiza (Ibiza) ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza) don't fall off the rocks

Ibiza (Ibiza) ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza)

Ready mix, packet of Smash sex cults
6 packs lash drum edge
No tone, they're faceless, the mix on sticks
Ibiza's rotten encrusted rocks
Transmit, transmit (transmit)

What's he fuckin' doing?
What's he fuckin' doing?
What's he fuckin' doing?
What's he fuckin' doing?

Ibiza (Ibiza) ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza) don't fall off the rocks

Plug it in, pre-mixed, all bought it


It's all about the gear
Bleached hair wanking mates just flown
In on the Lear private-jet, personal flyer
All Danny, all fucking Dyer
Straights eight quid a packet?
Fuck that, I'm on the baccy mate (transmit)

What's he fuckin' doing?
What's he fuckin' doing?
What's he fuckin' doing?
What's he fuckin' doing?

Ibiza (Ibiza) ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza) don't fall off the rocks

Ibiza (Ibiza) ibiza
Ibiza (Ibiza) what's he fuckin' doing?

(Eject the alarms off)
Cause the music, you're so darn dull
(Eject the alarms off)
Cause the music, all darn dull stare
(Eject the alarms off)
Cause the music, you're so darn dull
(Eject the alarms off)
Cause the music, all darn dull
What's he fuckin' doing?

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