Matt and Jack disagree on multiple things: the ethics of animal testing, the best song of 2004, what the colour green looks like (Jack is colour-blind), but they do agree that nightclubs come slightly below a police lockup and slightly above a trip to Jaywick.
lyrics
I walk into the club, like "what's up, where is the pub?"
I don't know why we come here anymore.
Fuck the six-quid entry fee, I'd rather be home, sat on the settee,
Keeping my eyes on the rugby score.
Well, it's 2am with strangers around,
And the couple right next to me have bumped and ground.
And it's £5.50 for a pint of Magners,
And they don't play any good bands, like Madness.
I know this isn't the place for me.
But my friends say it's the place to be.
Well, I enjoyed the pre-drinks, but down here it's too loud to think,
And this treble-vodka tastes like someone's mung.
I walk into the Men's room, but I saw a guy in there doing shrooms,
And he dropped his pants and screamed "I'm super hung!"
But I'm still stuck in the club for now,
I'm still awake and I don't know how.
And the "Blurred Lines" types are starting again;
Dave, Steven, Adrian, and Ben.
[Chorus]
And the music keeps repeating itself,
And the music keeps repeating itself,
And the music keeps repeating itself,
And the music keeps repeating itself...
My mates want a taxi back,
But I spent all my money, I ain't got jack.
And on the way home a homeless bloke
Asks for spare change, but we're all broke. Why?
We spent it on a fucking six-quid entry fee!
And one of my friends has gone off for a pee, in the street.
And I get into bed, and I hate myself,
As the music keeps repeating itself,
And the music keeps repeating itself,
And the music keeps repeating itself,
And the music keeps repeating itself, (I know this isn't the place for me.)
And the music keeps repeating itself, (But my friends say it's the place to be.)
And the music keeps repeating itself, (I know this isn't the place for me.)
And the music keeps repeating itself... (But my friends say it's the place to be...)
And the music keeps repeating itself, (I know this isn't the place for me.)
And the music keeps repeating itself, (But my friends say it's the place to be.)
And the music keeps repeating itself, (I know this isn't the place for me.)
And the music keeps repeating itself... (But my friends say it's the place to be...)
And the music keeps repeating itself, (I know this isn't the place for me.)
And the music keeps repeating itself, (But my friends say it's the place to be.)
And the music keeps repeating itself, (I know this isn't the place for me.)
And the music keeps repeating itself... (But my friends say it's the place to be...)
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