Kunt And The Gang - My Fucking Mental Friend lyrics

On the floor the people dance around
Getting fucking leathered
But there all alone in the corner
Sipping bottled water
Is this geezer Crazy Dave
Who I first met at a rave

So won’t you please play a song
A fucking mental song
For my fucking mental friend over there
I wonder if he’s still partial to a pill
My fucking mental friend over there
It looks like he is still
Off his tit's on whizz
He’s still wearing that tie die
Hoodie and those flares
If you drop the right tune
He’ll be raving like a loon
My fucking mental friend over there

I recall the way he used to dance
When he heard happy hardcore
He’d make all these box shapes with his hands
Then he’d get a whistle out
And wave glowsticks about

So won’t you please play a song
A fucking mental song
For my fucking mental friend over there
I think Bagley’s was the place
I first saw him chewing off his face
My fucking mental friend over there
He thought it was class to
Stick acid up his arse because, he said
The skin’s much thinner there
So play some Altern8
Or better still 808 state
For my fucking mental friend over there

So won’t you please play a song
A fucking mental song
For my fucking mental friend over there
You’ll get him up to dance if
You play some Belgian trance
My fucking mental friend over there
If you don’t know what to play
Just stick on Voodoo Ray
Or any early DeConstruction to be fair
He’ll be up here at the front
Gurning like a cunt
My fucking mental friend over there

So won’t you please play a song
A fucking mental song
For my fucking mental friend over there
He don’t want nothing posh
He liked a bit of Guru Josh
My fucking mental friend over there
Of course he had regrets over
The death of Leah Betts
But he had to get rid of them pills somewhere
Does it ring any bells? He
Used to deal Raquels
My fucking mental friend over there