The pub went hush, could hear a f*g drop,
A gla** vibrates on the table top.
Far away, a worrying sound,
The rumble of flesh, from the other side of town.
Sup up your beer, collect your f*gs,
Before we're hit by flying jam rags,
Clattering heels and giggling squeals,
They scream, they howl, they hiss,
Totter down the cobbles, teeshirts a wobble,
It's the hen night on the piss.
"We're not fussy who we're shagging,
Just get us a rum and black in,
We'll shag geordies, we'll shag scousers,
Get your c***s out of your trousers"
I'm buried beneath giggling flesh.
A size fourteen in a size eight dress,
Spritzers spilled, cameras flash,
Your knee's full of arse,
Your 'tache is full of gash,
Handbags swinging, drunken singing:
"Show us yer knob" and "Gissa kiss",
Chippendales then chips and ale,
It's the hen night on the piss
"We're not fussy who we're shagging,
Just get us a rum and black in,
We'll shag geordies, we'll shag scousers,
Get your c***s out of your trousers"
To Fade