Bottle Bottom Bristol Scrum

Two boys in the

Lanes, starting

the night

(let's fucking

go!)

Down in Brighton, drinking cheap red wine

Straight out the bottle,

we don't need no vine Our bowels are screaming,

we don't give a shit No paper in the bushes,

grab a leaf for it!

(fuck it!)

Running to the seafront,

absolutely wrecked What the fuck is coming next?

(get ready, get ready!)

We're getting fucked up

on the stony beach!

Met a dolphin trainer,

completely out of reach!

Swilling back the wine,

wiping arse with leaves Brighton boys on a bender,

nobody believes!

(drop it!)

My stomach is churning,

his gut is in pain But we're buying more bottles again and

again Saw the trainer from the Sea Life,

buying him a pint Tell us how you feed them,

we're fucking blind tonight! (shite!)

No toilet in sight,

just a giant oak tree

Wipe it clean, set the wild side free!

(three,

two,

one,

blast off!)

(absolutely mental!)

Just two fucked up boys on the pebbled shore

Our bowels are empty,

but we're buying more

Brighton, we love you (hahaha)