Words creep to the top of my mind and take flight
As they leave my lips to incite a good time
And I'm so excited from this party vibe that my eyes pop sockets and They hit the night

This musical mode will make you move a shit load
So damn good even straight men get the bone
I use a JCB when I lower the tone to put a smile on your face
like a garden gnome

If you got no dignity then come to see me
Get up out your couch and smash your TV's
We're so fresh we help you breathe with ease
Brewing more flavour than a pot of chai tea

The live show gets through to the back row
We're sound pro's taking hold of your cake holes
Attracting attention like a prominent mole boozed up monkeys
All on a roll

This place makes my heart pump
When I'm feeling low this lifts me up
Suddenly life's worries don't mean much
Cause I'm living in a place they can't touch

I don't pick up the mic I just grab it
And grip it like horny girls holding vibrating rabbits and
I can't shake the habit of ripping down stages while impressing with my Rhyme and slap stick

I tend not to hush instead I cause a fuss
I talk so dirty even Anne Summers has to blush
And when I turn on the party too much straight laced suburbanite's flip out
Riot on the bus