The Eighties Lyrics

One two three shee

Drink driving makes me feel good

Makes me think the wheels should

Go and meet some children

I mean take away their childhood

I hit them anaemics

I hit them paraplegics

Seeing them pedestrians

God it makes me feel sick

I speed through the school zone

Stop the car and then

Put that shit in reverse

Run them down again

Driving under influence

Left hand staying down my pants

Does it count as an offence

If I also hit their friends

Man I love the eighties

OMG it's crazy

Walking with my walkman

Listening to MTV

Wam bam ah-haha, stranger things are happening

The Rubix cube, game boys

Teenage mutant ninja toys

Oh no not so fast

Chicken nugs are in my arse

Wam bam thank you man

That mush made me gassy

Oh if I don't sort this out soon I'm gonna

Oh sorry sorry, I'm so sorry

Jode I can't believe you just farted in this room

I'm really sorry

It's so smelly man

So stinky and wet

That, it's like the most like grottiest

Wettest fart you've ever let out

Can you taste it

And you did it all in this room

Yeah I can taste it

Its the worst

Taste it

I don't like the taste

I don't like the taste either

The taste is so

Actually no, you know what

I love the taste

It's so good

Farts are the best

Baby, you know you're a friend

Join my group, we can sacrifice to satan

Hey ok, it's just DND

What you gonna do, get away from me

Dude ok, I swear it's just a joke

Come on man, let's do some crack coke

What you haven't heard

This shit is fire

On so many corners

Call it metro supplier

Regan, this guy's in town

He's a little bitch, he's a big cunt

Hey ok, no need to frown

What you gonna snitch

Go out you little runt

Hey what's that

A knock on the door

Oh it's epidemic

Looks like you're a whore

Think about it

Your love was one

Cold wars here go grab your gun