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Oh ooh ooh ooh la di da ooh ooh ooh ooh la di da ooh ooh ooh ooh It's friday night and we're feeling rosey The free booze flows and we all get cozy In the trobadour club on Brompton road Run by a fat man and a toad Shush they say, we're listening to the music Shush they say, you're talking too much Oh, oh, they look at us So we're on stage at 11 so we miss the bus Oh, he is such a fool Oh, we drank from the abuse Oh oh oh, bang bang we can't play We can't be arsed anyway And if you give us this wine Make us wait all this time We'll give you the show for which you paid Well ??? Steve's drunk all the wine "If that fat bloke says anything even one more time" So we started playing it was lots of fun With hands of beer and feet of rum The ??? wants to punch our drummer Letras de cancionesHe jumps of stage and holds that bummer I've just been verbally assaulted mate And the policeman laughed at the dressing room's state Oh, he is such a fool Oh, we drank from the abuse Oh oh oh, bang bang we can't play We can't be arsed anyway And if you give us this wine Make us wait all this time We'll give you the show for which you paid They kicked us out of the gig Find the fire extinguishers They shush you, push you, try to punch you Spray it in the face, and then smash up the place And get that little ??? out of hiding place And he works in a cheese shop! That's not a proper job! And he works in a cheese shop! What kind of job's that? Ooh ooh ooh ooh, la di da Ooh ooh ooh ooh, la di da We're not the fucking Libertines y'know! From Letras Mania