Roy "Chubby" Brown - Toss Me Off! lyrics

Wee-Hee, well it's Saturday night And I ain't got a light but I don't give a sh**e, Cos I'm off to the Discotheque. Waa-Hoo, I'll be f**ing them on the floor and up against the door, And I'll f** them and I'll s** them till my bell ends raw, Kiss my dick will you make it quick, Oh no Toss me off, f**ing birds get on my f**ing nerves. Well it's just my luck that I won't get a s** but I don't give a f**, Cos I'm off to the Discotheque. Waa-Hoo oh yes bollocks to the left, bollocks to the right, Swing your bollocks, and get the f**ing thing right, I'm pissed off but I'm no Fred Astaire you know. Toss me off, f**ing birds get on my f**ing nerves. Here comes Johnny with his co*k in his hand he's got one bollock missing, But he's off to the Discotheque. He's well hung but he's just got one lung, And he licks all the women with a six inch tongue, Well he's no fool he as a f**ing big tool, You know, Toss me off, f**ing birds get on your f**ing nerves. It's a Saturday dance I've a bulge in me pants, going to eat some p**y, Cos I'm off to the Discotheque. I'll f** all night and I'll s** all day, Well you can't beat a gobble and you can't beat a lay, I hope and pray I don't get aids this way, Toss me off, f**ing birds get on your f**ing nerves. Oi who are you laughing at I'll shove that fiddle up your f**ing arse you twat