Redstripe Rhapsody

911, 911, 911, 911 911 call me sometime 911 911 call me sometime 911 call me sometime 911 call me sometime 911 call me sometime 911 call me sometime 911 Oy, ay, Lausse the Cat (call me sometime) Mood nice and mellow, cool air kept by a sun so yellow Mood smooth like the sun played cello Sustain a smile with a Red-Stripe fellow Gotta go booze Bin soon 'cause 24-7 Sainos don't sell 'em Kids in tattered Nikes not Margiela's But I Still knick your lass just like Othello Mood nice and mellow, cool air kept by a sun so yellow Mood smooth like the sun played cello Sustain a smile with a Red-Stripe fellow Gotta go booze Bin soon 'cause 24-7 Sainos don't sell 'em Kids in tattered Nikes not Margiela's But I Still knick your lass just like Othello Shit's all nice and blessed Bump and grind to a Doom song Talking of skunk and cess Hyde Park's nice when the pink skies bring vibes of sex and violence Outside you'll find a ring formed nicely Me, little squad and peng ting besides me Red-Stripe, Spliff and the fire in the centre Love thy neighbours, nah man fuck that (dem boy paigons!) When the sunlight bring life to the pavement See the guys file out noise complaints But hey we'll just go to another yard today Sustain a smile with a Red-Stripe and blaze Go Hyde Park 'til the sky turns magenta Get dented as we liven the pace And I spy some balaclava dons ridding round on their bikes Going loud as the roll through the town giving fright To the never ending houses with front yard fires and punks inspired by dub vibes galore Bask to the sight of a white nike'd sky blue tight jeaned girl with a bumper to die for Come to our bonfire night get niced and we'll dance in wire til the sunlight arise And see once again Mood nice and mellow, cool air kept by a sun so yellow Mood smooth like the sun played cello Sustain a smile with a Red-Stripe fellow Gotta go booze Bin soon 'cause 24-7 Sainos don't sell 'em Kids in tattered Nikes not Margiela's But I Still knick your lass just like Othello Mood nice and mellow, cool air kept by a sun so yellow Mood smooth like the sun played cello Sustain a smile with a Red-Stripe fellow Gotta go booze Bin soon 'cause 24-7 Sainos don't sell 'em Kids in tattered Nikes not Margiela's But I Still knick your lass just like Othello (I Still knick your lass just like Othello) (I Still knick your lass just like Othello) And as the night progressed Their hearts started to flutter with excitement for the evening to come A full moon gleamed above as the groups gathered for pre's Phone calls were made to ubers and dealers whilst cards were dealt Pills were popped, crushed, bombed and sniffed While cigarettes were lit and hissed on lips more often parted than not And as they descended into the abyss, a faint sound of a trumpet was heard in the distance Hear ye, hear ye We are gathered here today to play in the madness of the moon And in the name of Lunar the Third I shall ask you to stay in single file as we borrow your souls for the remainder of the evening May this be your final reminder that it is essential To leave your souls at the door before entering the garden of the moon Handbags and hearts will be searched, I repeat Handbags an hearts shall searched That's right, single-file In you go, in you go Ah! Nice to see you too, madame I shall be with you inside very soon Alright, alright, alas playtime is over, dukes and duchesses And the hour to whims you away has crept upon us Please leave the Garden of the Moon in an orderly fashion And remember to take your worldly possessions with you And as the moon fades away, the sun rises bringing With its comeuppance flourishing romances of vigour and lust We witness amongst this folly of madness new star-crossed lovers Locked in arms waltzing home in the morning dew Call me sometime (Call me) call me sometime (Call me) call me sometime (Call me) call me sometime (Call me) call me sometime (Call me) call me sometime (Call me) call me sometime (Call me) call me sometime (Call me) call me sometime Sunshine come kiss closed eyelids Bye-bye to nighttime pilots My mind my eyes ringed diary so Mindless I'll stay 'til nine-ish Meanwhile my iris Eyes up a curved spine Layed down besides me Curves like the lines from a sand based minute Tins from last night made me feel withered So I slow slip closer to this fair mistress Lips with the front part of my slim figure Welcome to the heat from the warmth of her slumber Thighs by her knees and my D by her bumper Face turns around with a smile instant Way to say, "Hey I think this is quite nice" Or, way to say, "Safe for last night's cunnilingus" Went to say "I think might chill for a while" as I humped quite limp from my dear gut's commitment