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The Gaff


Come on in, come on in,

The doors are wide open,
The hinges are broken,

Don't go upstairs, the beds are shaking

And what kind of a fucking smell is that toilet making?

The tele is on,

Some music is playing,

Sally is crying,

And Billy is drinking.

The table’s on fire

But so are the tunes.

There's puke in the garden,

There's piss in the sink,

Nothing in the fridge,
and a window goes smash
And good old Keith is selling some hash.

My fucking charger’s been stolen along with my phone.

But I'll have a few cans and I'll pop a yoke,
Sure I'll feel grand after a smoke.

And in the morning when you've got a headache,
Remember poor Lauren and all of the heartbreak.
It's a night to remember,

It's a night to forget,

But good luck doing that

It's all on my snapchat.

It couldn’t have been better,
It was completely naff,
Ah will you just relax
Sure it wasn’t your gaff.


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