This is a seven verse song with a chorus that does not take itself too seriously. It describes a drink fuelled night out in London.

Please note: The following lyrics are subject to Copyright All lyrics are the sole property of Jeff Moore.

Going in to London, meetin’ all me mates
Nothin special happening but still gonna celebrate
All dressed up, some cash in me pocket
Fuck getting a bus, nick a cab and drive like a rocket.

Get down the pub, have a drink or three
All my brothers here catchin up with me
Ladies turnin up like moths to the flame
One night stands all round with no one to blame

Off from the pub, on to the club
Doormen lookin hard until they see me walking down the yard
Into the club, everybody off their face
I’ve only had four pints so i’m still straight laced

Walk up to the bar, I order cocktails
I do what I want cuz i’m a fuckin alpha male
Start downin shots like a bottomless pit
I need this rush to get the fuckin hit.

A fox walks by, she looks me in the eye
She sidles up to me because she can’t walk by
On arm around my waist, the other on my stash
She orders Champagne like it’s her birthday bash

Ten minutes later and i’m done with her
A quickie in the gents which was mostly a blur
Back to the bar, more drinks with me mates
More ladies everywhere, like fillies on the gate

Onto the dancefloor, tryin to do me thing
Can barely stand up but i’ve still got a bit of swing
Music blasting out, pumping dance tracks
One bitch in front of me and two at my back.

Chorus:

One night out, two beers in, three pretty girls and four shots of gin
Start at the pub, stop for some grub, a laugh with me mates and end up at the club
Spendin all me cash, maxin out my card, livin for tonight goin the whole nine yards
Wife to my left, girlfriend to my right, lookin like it’s gonna be a great fuckin night.