Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses

With wet white trousers on


And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity $#&@s off


Her brother's gone off to the strippers to make up for all the lost time

She could have been one of the (*##$es but she's actually alright





Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry

But we're all unsure how much you've had


But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore




A country home, even if we really tried


Would it cease to surprise us now


And I bet your dad would like to give us all a slap

When are your parents back d'ya know?





Well, I never came from no ghetto

But it wasn't nowhere near here


Well, spoken girls and stilettos


Aren't something to fear




Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry


But we're all unsure how much you've had

But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore





Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry

But we're all unsure how much you've had


But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore




Cigarette smoker, cigarette smoke doesn't hide


As well as you think


And you think that it outta act as the perfect disguise