Larghetto
West Street girls and Whitehawk boys,
It’s Saturday night, you can tell by noise.
Spray tan complete, form top to toe,
Glammed up, no knickers – good to go!
Bottle of cheap wine to start the night;
Getting pissed real early, what a sight.
From the Titty Bar to Club Erratic,
Must keep moving, can’t stay static.
So many boys from which to choose,
Looking good in your Bordello shoes.
I use to drink this, when I was in Spain,
It makes you puke right bad, again and again!
The garage in the house is banging loud,
Sweaty hyper people, crazy excited crowd.
Moving on bars, to a two-for-one price,
Getting drunk real cheap, that’ll be nice.
I hate 80s music, it’s a mega drag,
Look what she’s wearing, such a slag.
Forever interacting, calling sending texts,
Drinking and dancing, while avoiding exs.
Venturing out, in the cold freezing night,
Them blokes from earlier, just had a fight.
Police vans and taxis clutter West Street,
Give number to a boy, he seemed kinda sweet.
From bar to bar, propelled to drunken heights,
Cab driver is livid and there s vomit on your tights.
Open the window – need again to be sick,
Don’t chuck in the car, well least that’s the trick.
The cabbie embittered, need to say discreet
But far too late and you’ve pissed on the seat!
Wake up at home, with a burger in the bed,
No memory of the night, just a bloody sore head.
That’s West Street aright – where all the kids play
So I’ll keep to Saint James, least for today.
