WON'T GO HOME

Drank a lot so we won't go home
Dancing in the tube when we're alone
Top of the bus we aren't acting grown
Drank a lot so we won't go home

I was the bitch that lived on Drury Lane
I'm not the muffin man but my address same
Workin' in a pub these cheeky pints to blame
When we go out you know we go insane
Gotta get moving it's past eleven
Hurry or we won't get into heaven
Another shot, don't ask the question
I packed the Joints, actually seven

Drank a lot so we won't go home
Dancing in the tube when we're alone
Top of the bus we aren't acting grown
Drank a lot so we won't go home
Go home?
Go home? No hehehe
Go home?
We won't go home,

Crossed the road now we're in Soho
Don't stand out just another homo
I'm fucked up on free delirium
Are you slurring, is that Shakespearean
Had to help my friend get onto her bus
Cuz she ordered shots of gin for both of us
Who the fuck orders shots of gin?
Okay girl let's get fucked up.

Drank a lot so we won't go home
We're dancing in the tube when we're alone
Top of the bus we aren't acting grown
Drank a lot so we won't go home
Go home?
We won't go home
Go home? No no no
We won't go home
Drinking by the Thames at one am
Just a bunch of femmes at two am
Drinking by the Thames at three am
Smoking with my femmes at four am

Drank a lot so we won't go home
We're dancing in the tube when we're alone
Top of the bus we aren't acting grown
Drank a lot so we won't go home
Go home? No
Uh we won't go home
Go home? No
We won't go home
I gotta go home



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Writer(s): Robert Copithorne
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