On the street, late at night Short skirt, skin tight What you want? She said Ten quid, money spent Trousers down in the dark Caught a feel of something hard What's that? I didn't say, I carried on anyway Every weekend is the same, over and over again On the streets and in the allies Will I never ever learn? Although I'm always getting burned Why do I end up with a tranny? After that, I'm high, having such a good time I think I've scored till I find A little bulge, between the thighs Two balls, fake b**bs, I've made a wrong move She says goodbye, and I've done another guy Every weekend is the same, over and over again On the streets and in the allies Will I never ever learn? Although I'm always getting burned Why do I end up with a tranny? Transmission, transmission Oi, oi, oi Transmission, transmission Oi, oi, oi Transmission, transmission Oi, oi, oi Transmission, transmission Oi, oi, oi It's over now, he's gone But is it really that wrong? I guess it's hard to admit That I'm quite into dick Does it mean that I'm gay? I don't care either way Real girls are hard to find, if he can do it, so can I Every weekend is the same, over and over again On the streets and in the allies Will I never ever learn? Although I'm always getting burned Why do I end up with a tranny? With a tranny With a tranny With a tranny