Street lights shine bright illuminating Watford High Street on a Monday night Fat slags are "dressed to kill" with their short skirts barely covering arse cheeks making me ill It's student night, I can get in wearing trainers and it's a pound a pint I drank a hella lotta Stella when I left my mates and now I'm ready for a fuck or a fight We started off in Baraka to get into Area free there's a queue at the bar so come and dance with me Darling, can you handle it? We'll build a bridge and dismantle it We wont stop dancing because our feet are sore We wont stop tonight until there's shit on the dance floor Fight! Monday, Watford Tuesday, in bed You're barred, what for? Let's hope next week's like the week before Manic Mondays, I'm taking a piss down an alley way as for the gear that you just bought, I hope to God we don't get caught