Clothes Off

Eight bucks and a PBR, a rude boy knows the score

Lay me down the tap and let the fun juice pour

One shot, two shot, three shot, floor

I think I fell in love with you

When you dragged me out the door

Where the hell's our mates man?

Man I don't know

Where's your bag and hat?

What is going on?

You helped me take all of my clothes off

Yah I love you, yah I really do

You cleaned up all my throw up

You saved me when my mind was mush

What a nice thing to do

Everybody's fucked off

But no not you

Do you really need some help boy?

Yah, I think I do

You helped me take all of my clothes off

Yah I love you, yah I really do

You saved me when my mind was mush

What I nice thing to do

Screaming at a base head rude boy gets stabbed

That's when you jumped in, touch your man and you get mad

One punch, two punch, three punch, slab

I think I fell in love with you when you threw me in a cab

Where the hell's your mates man?

We were drinking at the show

Where are they now?

Man I don't know